Stephen Webb made it in his way to fall in with Luke when he was selling afternoon papers.
"This is rather a slow way of making a fortune, isn't it, Luke?" he asked.
"Yes; I have no thoughts of making a fortune at the newspaper business."
"Do you always expect to remain in it?" continued Webb.
"Well, no," answered Luke, with a smile. "If I live to be fifty or sixty I think I should find it rather tiresome."
"You are right there."
"But I don't see any way of getting out of it just yet. There may be an opening for me by and by."
"The chances for a young fellow in Chicago are not very good. Here am I twenty-five years old and with no prospects to speak of."
"A good many people seem to make good livings, and many grow rich, in Chicago."
"Yes, if you've got money you can make money. Did you ever think of going West?"