Now, go ahead and play your game."
"No, I don't want to increase my debt."
"Oh, I won't charge you for what you play this evening.
Tony Denton can be liberal as well as the next man. Only I
have to collect money to pay my bills."
Randolph didn't know that all this had been prearranged by
the obliging saloon-keeper, and that, in now pressing him, he
had his own object in view.
The next morning, Randolph took an opportunity to see his
father alone.
"Father," he said, "will you do me a favor?"
"What is it, Randolph?"
"Let me have ten dollars."
His father frowned.
"What do you want with ten dollars?" he asked.
"I don't like to go round without money in my pocket.
It doesn't look well for the son of a rich man."
"Who told you I was a rich man?" said his father testily.
"Why, you are, aren't you? Everybody in the village says so."
"I may, or may not, be rich, but I don't care to encourage
my son in extravagant habits. You say you have no money.
Don't you have your regular allowance?"
"It is only two dollars a week."
"Only two dollars a week!" repeated the father angrily.
"Let me tell you, young man, that when I was of your age I
didn't have twenty-five cents a week.
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