"Guess I'm a careless business man," he spoke at last. "That fire so discouraged me I just got out, bag and baggage. There's some good, collectible bills here. Now then, young man," he continued, facing squarely about on Frank, "don't tell me you came way down here from Greenville with that stuff just out of courtesy and kindness."
"I will tell you the whole story, if you have the time to listen to it," replied Frank.
"Certainly—fire away."
Frank recited his experience with the salvage from start to finish. He wound up with the words: "You can see, sir, very plainly that I have hopes of getting those lists. I have a little money, and I will be glad to buy them."
Mr. Morton studied Frank in a pleased, interested way.
"Young man," he said, "you have acted very honorably in coming to me the way you have. As to that mail order literature, cart it away. I don't want it. I might sell the lists, if I had the time—I haven't—so they are yours. And, look here, these bills—I'll give you half of what you collect on them."
"You will?" exclaimed Frank, doubly delighted. "I will gladly meet the trial for ten per
