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As to the real ability of Watson, few were apprised, for he never made a display for the sake of establishing a credit. But it was known to some, that he generally had a comfortable balance in the bank, and to others that he never exchanged notes, nor asked an endorser on his business paper. He always purchased for cash, and thus obtained his goods from five to seven per cent cheaper than his neighbors; and rarely put his business paper in bank for discount at a longer date than sixty days. Under this system, his profits were, usually, ten per cent. more than the profits of many who were engaged in the same branch of trade. His credit was so good, that the bank where he kept his account readily gave him all the money he asked on his regular paper, without requiring other endorsements; while many of his more dashing neighbors, who were doing half as much business again, were often obliged to go upon the street to raise money at from one to two per cent. a month. Moreover, as he was always to be found at his store, and ready to give his personal attention to customers, he was able to make his own discriminations and to form his own estimates of men–and these were generally correct. The result of this was, that he gradually attracted a class of dealers who were substantial men; and, in consequence, was little troubled with bad sales.

Up to this time, there had been but few changes in the external domestic arrangements of Mr. Watson. He had moved twice, and, each time, into a larger house. His increasing family made this necessary. But, while all was comfortable and even elegant in his dwelling, there was no display whatever.

One day, about this period, as Watson was walking with his father-in-law, they both paused to look at a handsome house that was going up in a fashionable part of Walnut street. By the side of it was a large building lot.

“I have about made up my mind to buy this lot,” remarked Watson.

“You?” Mr. Johnson spoke in a tone of surprise.

“Yes. The price is ten thousand dollars. Rather high; but I like the location.”

“What will you do with it?” inquired Mr. Johnson.

“Build upon it.”

“As an investment?”

“No. I want a dwelling for myself.”

“Indeed! I was not aware that you had any such intentions.”

“Oh, yes. I have always intended to build a house so soon as I felt able to do it according to my own fancy.”

Mr. Johnson felt a good deal surprised at this. No more was said, and the two men walked on.

“How’s this? For sale!” said Mr. Johnson. They were opposite the elegant dwelling of Mr. Mortimer, upon which was posted a hand-bill setting forth that the property was for sale.

“So it seems,” was Watson’s quiet answer.

“Why should he sell out?” added Mr. Johnson. “Perhaps he is going to Europe to make a tour with his family,” he suggested.

“It is more probable,” said Watson, “that he has got to the end of his rope.”

“What do you mean by that remark?”

“Is obliged to sell in order to save himself.”

“Oh, no! Mortimer is rich.”

“So it is said. But I never call a man rich whose paper is floating about by thousands on the street seeking purchasers at two per cent. a month.”

Just then the carriage of Mortimer drove up to his door, and Mrs. Mortimer descended to the pavement and passed into the house. Her face was pale, and had a look of deep distress. It was several years since Mr. Johnson remembered to have seen her, and he was almost startled at the painful change which had taken place.

A little while afterwards he looked upon the cheerful, smiling face of his daughter Flora, and there arose in his heart, almost involuntarily, an emotion of thankfulness that she was not the wife of Mortimer. Could he have seen what passed a few hours afterwards, in the dwelling of the latter, he would have been more thankful than ever.