Mr. Duncan walked slowly, and appeared to be plunged in
anxious thought. His difficulties were by no means over.
He had the bonds to dispose of, and he feared the large
amount might occasion suspicion. They were coupon bonds,
and bore no name or other evidence of ownership. Yet the
mere fact of having such a large amount might occasion
awkward inquiries.
"Here's yer mornin' papers!" called a negro newsboy,
thrusting his bundle in front of the country banker.
"Give me a _Herald_," said Mr. Duncan. Opening the paper,
his eye ran hastily over the columns. It lighted up as he saw
a particular advertisement.
"The very thing," he said to himself.
This was the advertisement:
"LOAN OFFICE--We are prepared to loan sums to suit, on
first-class security, at a fair rate of interest. Call or
address Sharp & Ketchum, No. -- Wall Street. Third floor."
"I will go there," Prince Duncan suddenly decided. "I will
borrow what I can on these bonds, and being merely held on
collateral, they will be kept out of the market. At the end
of six months, say, I will redeem them, or order them sold,
and collect the balance, minus the interest.
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