“Probably? How much do you want?” asked Mr. Davis.
“In the neighborhood of three thousand dollars.”
“I will send you round a check for that sum immediately,” promptly returned the young man, rising as he spoke and drawing forth his watch.
“It is nearly two o’clock now,” he added, “so I will bid you good day. In fifteen minutes you will find a check at your store.”
And with this Davis retired.
All this, which passed in a brief space of time, seemed like a dream to Mr. Winslow. He could hardly realize its truth. But it was a reality, and he comprehended it more fully, when on reaching his store, he found there the promised check for three thousand dollars.
On the next day the protested drafts came in; but, thanks to the grateful kindness of Mr. Davis, now a merchant with the command of large money facilities, he was able to take them up. The friend, before introduced was less fortunate. There was no one to step forward and save him from ruin, and he sunk under the sudden pressure that came upon him.
A few days after his failure he met Mr. Winslow.
“How is this?” said he. “How did you weather the storm that drove me under? I thought your condition as hopeless as mine!”
“So did I,” answered Mr. Winslow. “But, I had forgotten a small investment made years ago. I have spoken of it to you before.”