"I WAS SO RAGING MAD THAT I WAS PREPARED FOR ALMOST ANYTHING"
When I got home that night, Betty remarked:
"Why, look at the knuckles on your hand! They have blood on them! What have you done?"
"Oh, I just knocked into the cash register $37.00 which was walking out of the door," I returned jauntily. And then I told her the whole story.
She came over and kissed me and said:
"Good boy!" and her eyes flashed as she said it. "I'm proud of you!"
Those four words meant more to me than the success of this sale.
Betty and I went to Boston the next day. I wanted to call at Bates & Hotchkin's to buy a few things I needed, and also I wanted to call on Mr. Barker, to whom Mr. Sirle had given me a card of introduction some time ago. I intended that we should have a nice little dinner, and take in a show and stay at a good hotel for the night and come back the next day. All by way of celebration.
"You are an extravagant man," said Betty severely when I told her this. "What train do we leave by? I'll be ready."