“Which is the same as burying your cash.”
“I'll tell you what I'd like to do. I would like to make a safe investment that would give me about $30,000 a year, and then I could afford to let you gamble with the balance, if there was any balance left,” Clarence said.
“I'll see to-day what government bonds are selling for, and report to you this evening.”
“That can't be, as I am to take the two o'clock boat for Alameda.”
“When will you be back?”
“To-morrow evening if you want me, but if not I shall wait until the family comes down.”
“What a lucky fellow he is,” said Hubert, walking towards the Stock Exchange, after promising Clarence to see him to the boat at two o'clock. “In two years he has made a fortune with a capital of $2000.”
Hubert was right. Clarence had been a lucky investor. With the sum of $2000 bequeathed to him by Mrs. Darrell's Aunt Newton, when he was only five years old, and which sum she ordered should be put at interest until he was twenty-one years of age, Clarence speculated, and now he was worth close on to a million dollars.
Everything was ready for the journey when Clarence arrived at his Alameda home.
“Don't you know that it pulls my heart string to tear you away from this place?” Clarence said, looking towards the nice orchard and field beyond.