At a glance Frank took in the value and utility of this outfit. As he drew some typewritten sheets from a big manilla envelope, he grew positively excited at the grand discovery he had made.
“Fifty thousand names!” exclaimed Frank—“possible mail order customers all over the country! Oh, if this outfit were only mine! Can I get it, or its duplicate? Why,” he said, in a fervent, deep-drawn breath, “circumstances seem absolutely pushing me into the mail order business!”
[CHAPTER IX]
SENSE AND SYSTEM
Frank was up and stirring before six o’clock the next morning. He felt like a person beginning life brand-new again.
When his mother appeared half-an-hour later, she found everything tidied up, including Frank himself, who hurried through a good, hearty breakfast with an important business engagement in view.
“You will excuse me for calling at your home instead of the office,” said Frank to Mr. Buckner, a little later.
“That’s all right, Frank,” declared the insurance man, shaking hands heartily with his early caller. “Time is money, and of course you want to utilize it to the best advantage. Well, what’s the news?”