Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III THE CURSE OF WEALTH T is an oft-proved adage that for ten who can stand adversity there is but one who can stand prosperity. Sandy, alas! was no exception to any rule which went to prove the frailty of human nature. The sudden acquisition of ten dollars cast him into a whirlpool of temptation from which he made little effort to escape. "I ain't goin' on to-day," announced Ricks. "I 'm goin' to lay in my goods for peddlin'. I reckon you kin come along of me." Sandy accepted a long and strong cigar, tilted his hat, and unconsciously caught Ricks's slouching gait as they went downthe street. After all, it was rather pleasant to associate with sophistication. "We 'll git on the outside of a little dinner, '' said Ricks; '' and I 'll mosey round in the stores awhile, then I 'll take you to a show or two. It 's a mighty good thing for you that you got me along." Sandy thought so too. He cheerfully stood treat for the rest of the day, and felt that it was small return for Ricks's condescension. "How much you got left?" asked Ricks, that night, as they stopped under a street light to take stock. Sandy held out a couple of dollars and a fifty-cent piece. "Enough to put on the eyes of two and a half dead men," he said as he curiously eyed the strange money. "One, two,—two and a half," counted Ricks. "Shillings?" asked Sandy, amazed. Ricks nodded. "And have I blowed all that to-day?" "What of it?" asked Ricks. "I seen a bloke onct what lit his cigar with a bill like the one you had!" "But the doctor said it was two pounds," insisted Sandy, incredulously. He did not realize the expense of a personally conducted tour of the Bowery. "Well, it 's went," said Ricks, resignedly. "You can't count on settin' up biz with what 's left." Sa...