The easy ways of commerce appeared
vastly alluring to him; his income, to say truth, had suffered sadly in
the cause of the public; never had the snug dollars drawn him so
strongly. He gave a slow, curious laugh.
"Why, hang it, Tommy! I don't know but I'm ready to listen to your siren
spiel--now!"
In the darkness Semple's eyes gleamed. His receipts had never been so
good since West left him.
"That's the talk! I need you in my business, old boy. By the bye, you
can come in at bully advantage if you can move right away. I'm going to
come talk with you to-morrow."
"Right's the word," said West.
At the end of that block a large house stood in a lawn, half hidden from
the street by a curtain of trees. From its concealed veranda came a
ripple of faint, slow laughter, advertising the presence of charming
society. West halted.
"Here's a nice house, Tommy; I think I'll look in. See you to-morrow."
Semple, walking on, glanced back to see what house it was. It proved to
be the brownstone palace leased for three years by old Mr. Avery,
formerly of Mauch Chunk but now of Ours.
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