“Gee!” muttered the boy. “And I only gave that old fellow fifty dollars for the stock, and here I’ve got back one hundred and fifty already, while the value the company places on five thousand shares is twelve hundred and fifty. Maybe I didn’t strike it lucky when I bought those certificates.”
“There must be something interesting in that letter from the way you are smiling over it,” said Millie as she passed him on her way back to her desk.
“Hold on, Millie,” he said, and she stopped to listen to what he had to say. “Didn’t I tell you this was my lucky day?”
“I think you did,” she answered, with a smile.
“Remember that mining stock I bought some months ago from an old gentleman by the name of Tuggs?”
She nodded.
“I only gave him fifty dollars for the lot, and now I’ve received my first dividend of one hundred and fifty, with more to come, and the company’s estimate of the value of my shares is twelve hundred and fifty dollars. How’s that for luck?”
Of course, Millie congratulated him; so also did both Mr. Atherton and Mr. Bishop when they heard about it later on.
So likewise did the other employees when the intelligence reached them, though no doubt the younger clerks envied him his luck.
Indeed, so elated was Jack over his mining shares that he quite forgot for a time the much more important subject of the D. & G. stock, which, however, still clung around the 90 mark as though those figures had some potent attraction.