dreamer of my name ever got dazzled with a toy like that. Stick to the straight business line, lad—mail order, if you must, but cut off the frills. Don't wreck your ship on gewgaws that are a delusion and a snare."
Frank left the office of the book concern in a happy, hopeful mood. Everything had come out beyond his fondest anticipations. He was glad he had been truthful and honest in the broadest sense of the word.
He went back to the railroad depot and left his suit case in the check room. A return train for Greenville left at two o'clock, but Frank wanted to see the city. Outside of that, he wished to visit one or two large mail order houses.
Frank employed six hours to grand advantage. He came to the depot feeling that the money he had spent was a good investment. After a light lunch he sat down on a bench in the waiting room. He counted over the little pile of bank notes in his pocketbook with a pleased smile.
"Just think," he reflected, "I expected to pay Mr. Morton twenty, maybe thirty dollars for those lists and the routing outfit, and here I am going back home with practically all my original capital. Then, too, the collection of those bills at River-
