"Well, I've got a cash capital of nigh on seven hundred dollars. I
guess until I get into reg'lar business I'll skirmish round Wall
Street, and sorter lay low." I was about to give him a few words
of warning, but I remembered his watch, and desisted. We shook
hands and parted.
A few days after I met him on Broadway. He was attired in another
new suit, but I think I saw a slight improvement in his general
appearance. Only five distinct colors were visible in his attire.
But this, I had reason to believe afterwards, was accidental.
I asked him if he had been to the ball. He said he had. "That
gal, and a mighty peart gal she was too, was there, but she sorter
fought shy of me. I got this new suit to go in, but those waiters
sorter run me into a private box, and I didn't get much chance to
continner our talk about them checks. But that young feller,
Dashboard, was mighty perlite. He brought lots of fellers and
young women round to the box to see me, and he made up a party that
night to take me round Wall Street and in them Stock Boards.
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