Believe me, I had some mother.
CHAPTER VI
UNTYING SOME TANGLES
On Tuesday I received a request for "immediate payment" of a demand note for $3,500.00, through some shyster lawyer in New York.
I took it up to Barrington and asked him what to do about it. He gave me a paper to sign, and I put my name to it without bothering to read it. He then spoke sharply to me, and said:
"For heaven's sake, lad, haven't you learned better than to sign your name to a paper without reading it?"
"B-but," I said, stammering, "it's different with you!"
"Different be damned!" he exclaimed petulantly. Then, "Excuse me, young man, but really, for a man in business you are acting very childishly. You thought Jim Simpson was your friend and trusted him. Now, even after the mess you got into, you haven't learned your lesson, and you sign anything I ask you to, without looking at it!"
I read it through, and it was something about giving him full power to act for me in the matter of the note.
"Now," said he, "this is going to cost you some money"—I winced at this—"but I'll see if I can't save you something."