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"A thousand dollars," lie said, "means much or
little. One man may buy a happy home with it and
laugh at Rockefeller. Another could send his wife
South with it and save her life. A thousand dollars
would buy pure milk for one hundred babies during
June, July, and August and save fifty of their lives.
You could count upon a half hour's diversion with it
at faro in one of the fortified art galleries. It would
furnish an education to an ambitious boy. I am told
that a genuine Corot was secured for that amount in
an auction room yesterday. You could move to a
New Hampshire town and live respectably two
years on it. You could rent Madison Square Garden
for one evening with it, and lecture your audience, if
you should have one, on the precariousness of the profession
of heir presumptive."
"People might like you, Old Bryson," said Gillian,
always unruffled, "if you wouldn't moralize. I asked
you to tell me what I could do with a thousand
dollars."
"You?" said Bryson, with a gentle laugh.
"Why, Bobby Gillian, there's only one logical thing
you could do. You can go buy Miss Lotta Lauriere
a diamond pendant with the money, and then take
yourself off to Idaho and inflict, your presence upon a
ranch. I advise a sheep ranch, as I have a particular
dislike for sheep."
"Thanks," said Gillian, rising, "I thought I
could depend upon you, Old Bryson. You've hit on
the very scheme. I wanted to chuck the money in a
lump, for I've got to turn in an account for it, and
I hate itemizing."
Gillian phoned for a cab and said to the driver:
"The stage entrance of the Columbine Theatre."-
Miss Lotta Lauriere was assisting nature with a
powder puff, almost ready for her call at a crowded
Matinee, when her dresser mentioned the name of Mr.
Gillian.
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