you will, and let the proposition go to the company—I will stick to it if it breaks my heart!"
STOCK RISING.
The stranger looked amused, and there was a pretty well defined touch of surprise in his expression, too, but Hawkins never noticed it. Indeed he scarcely noticed anything or knew what he was about. The man left; Hawkins flung himself into a chair; thought a few moments, then glanced around, looked frightened, sprang to the door
"Too late—too late! He's gone! Fool that I am!—always a fool! Thirty thousand—ass that I am! Oh, why didn't I say fifty thousand!"
He plunged his hands into his hair and leaned his elbows on his knees, and fell to rocking himself back and forth in anguish. Mrs. Hawkins sprang in, beaming:
"Well, Si?"
"Oh, con-found the con-founded—con-found it, Nancy. I've gone and done it, now!"
"Done what, Si, for mercy's sake!"
