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FOOL AND HIS MONEY
By Gerald Taylor.
"The reason why some men never
succeed," said Andereon at the club,
"is that they don't measure up to
more than' their" twenty or twenty
five a week. Take Joe Ransom, for
"What, Joe Ransom-who ?"
"Shut up, Mortimer, I'm telling
"But Joe Ransom has succeeded
at lea$t, he- "
Anderson turned onliim so savage-
AjrfH' fr Su&
"So It Seems There Isn't Any Prop
erty After AH."
ly that Mortimer growled himself in
to silence. Then Anderson resumed.
"Joe Ransom was a poor clerk,
earning $18 a week. That was four
years ago. He used to come round
to my bachelor rooms in the evening,
and, when I wasn't too busy to-kick
him out, he would lament the harsh
ness- of fate and the hardness of his
boss until -I kicked him out anyway.
Ransom thought I hadn't much sym
pathy for him, and I hadn't. But he
thought also, that I hadn't "any in
terest in him, and there he 'was
wrong. He was very interesting to
me as a psychological subject. I
knew that Joe's failure come from an
instability of character.' He had a
yellow streak in him, but it hadn't
had the opportunity to show up,
"He had a girl all those fellows
have. Her name was May Latimer,
and they didn't see any prospect of
getting married. I mether once. She
was a good-hearted, shrewd-headed,
rather common type of girl, and just
the mate for Joe. He hadn't 'had the
sense to select her, though. She had
selected him. - j
"And then one night Joe came
rushing into my robins, wild with
" 'Get out!' I said. 'I'm busy.'
'' 'Can't help it,' answered Joe.
dancing round the 'room. 'Tfou've got
to listen to me. Fortune's turned.
"'What's the matter?' I asked.
'Got a raise from your boss?'
" 'No,' answered Joe trying the
tango with my best leather chair.
I've come into a fortune.'
"Then he reminded me about an
eccentric old uncle of his in Maine
whom he had often spoken about. It
seemed that the old boy had died- and
made him his sole heir to his prop
erty, which was worth a little more
than $40,000. Joe showed me the
lawyer's letter from Portland, and he
was so excited that he forgot to
take it away when he went home.
"From that hour Joe" Ransom was
a changed man. The property was to
be sold and he expected the money
within six weeks. Every tradesman
in our town learned the news. Joe
bought $500 worth of clothes the
second day. On the third day he
purchased a touring car and a run
about On the fourth he bought a