AUNT MANDY'S INVESTMENT
rather pleasant features when the door opened and an old woman entered?
"Ah, madam, good afternoon," said the Coloured American Investment Company, rubbing its hands; "and what kin I do fer you?"
The old lady timidly approached the table which the official used as a desk. "Is you Mistah Ruggles?" she asked.
"I have the honah to bear that name," was the bland response.
"Well, I got a little money dat I wants to 'vest in yo' company. I 's hyeahd tell dat ef you put yo' money in dere hit jes' lays and grows."
"That's the princerple we go on, to take small investments and give back big profits."
"Well, I 's sho' dat my 'vestment 's small 'noguh, but I been savin' it a mighty long while." The old woman drew a weather-beaten purse from her pocket, and Solomon Ruggle's eyes glistened with expectation as he saw it. His face bell, though, when he saw that it held but little. However, ever little helps, and he brightened again as the old lady counted, slowly and tremblingly, the small store of only five dollars in all.
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