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Reminiscences of a Stock Operator
"He does."
"What about?"
"He'll tell you that in person if you give him a chance," said Lucius.
"Can't you write me?"
"No."
"Then tell me more plainly," I said.
"I don't want to."
"Look here, Lucius," I said, "just tell me this much: Is this a fool trip?"
"Certainly not. It will be to your advantage to come."
"Can't you give me an inkling?"
"No," he said. "It wouldn't be fair to him. And besides, I don't know just how much he
wants to do for
you. But take my advice: Come, and come quick."
"Are you sure it is I that he wishes to see?"
"Nobody else but you will do. Better come, I tell you. Telegraph me what train you take
and I'll meet you at the station."
"Very well," I said, and hung up.
I didn't like quite so much mystery, but I knew that Lucius was friendly and that he must
have a good reason for talking the way he did. I wasn't faring so sumptuously in Chicago
that it would break my heart to leave it. At the rate I was trading it would be a long time
before I could get together enough money to operate on the old scale.
I came back to New York, not knowing what would happen. Indeed, more than once
during the trip I feared nothing at all would happen and that I'd be out my railroad fare
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