“Just as you like; but you would do better to deal with me.”
“Why?” asked Harry.
“In the city they will allow you but a hundred and nineteen for gold.”
“How is it you can afford to do better by me?” asked Harry, shrewdly.
“Our house makes a point of dealing liberally with their customers,” said the broker.
“What is the name of your firm?”
“Chase & Atkins,” answered the other glibly. “I am a relative of Salmon Chase, ex-secretary of the treasury, and, since, chief justice of the Supreme Court.”
“You don’t say!” ejaculated the farmer. “Salmon Chase is a great man.”
“So he is. Thank you, sir, for your appreciation of my distinguished relative. Of course, it doesn’t make me any better to be related to that great man, but I am naturally proud of it.”
“Hadn’t you better sell your coupons to him?” asked the farmer, who was quite prepossessed in favor of the gentlemanly stranger.