I would offer to take the money myself, but I really have
no use for it. I have at present two thousand dollars in bank
waiting for investment."
"You don't say so!" said the farmer, eying Coleman with the
respect due to so large a capitalist.
"Yes, I've got it in the savings-bank for the time being. If my
friend can make use of it, I shall let him have it. He's just
as safe as a savings-bank."
The farmer's confidence in Mr. Coleman was evidently fully
established. The young man talked so smoothly and confidently
that he would have imposed upon one who had seen far more
of the world than Farmer Jones.
"I'm in luck to fall in with you, Mr.----"
"Coleman," said the drummer, with suavity. "J. Madison Coleman.
My grandfather was a cousin of President James Madison,
and that accounts for my receiving that name."
The farmer's respect was further increased. It was quite an
event to fall in with so near a relative of an illustrious
ex-President, and he was flattered to find that a young man of such
lineage was disposed to treat him with such friendly familiarity.
"Are you going to stay long in Detroit?" asked the farmer.
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