Think of
that, Jack, my boy!"
"Good for you! Three cheers for the bank stock!" exclaimed Jack in
a half whisper. "In the new bank, I suppose?"
"The correct supposition," answered Ed. "I have been invited to
subscribe for some of the new issue of stock, and I've decided to.
I'm going over to get it in a day or two. I'm to pay partly in cash,
and turn over to them some of my bonds and other negotiable
securities that I inherited from father, who was a banker, you know.
I think I am making a good investment."
"Not a bit of doubt about it," said Jack. "I wish I had the
chance."
"I hear that Sid Wilcox wanted to get some of the stock, Jack," went
on Ed. "He comes of age soon, and he will have some cash to invest.
But, somehow, there's a prejudice against Sid. He has not been asked
to take stock, though the directors rectors know he has money."
"Well, I guess the trouble is he can't be depended on. He'd be
peddling the stock all over the State, or putting it up for doubtful
transactions, and I guess the directors wouldn't like that. He's a
reckless sort. I shouldn't mind his fits of crankiness, if he would
only leave girls out. But when he goes in for some kind of mischief
harmless in itself, he invariably brings some girl into it, and she
has to suffer in the scrape with him.
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