"Enough! It is more than I dared to dream!" I cried. "Ah, hah. And because you don't know anything about mica. It didn't startle him; simply remarked that he would telegraph to his partner. He'll take it. He'll give you a check and I'll send it over to Knoxville, Tenn.--don't want this little bank to handle that amount. What are you going to do with the money?" "I'm going to buy the old Morton place for Alf, give the old man as much as I can compel him to take, and I'm going to build a home on a high bluff overlooking the St. Jo river, in Michigan. And I don't know yet what else I may do. It is so overwhelming that my mind is in a tangle. But I am going to give you----" "I don't charge you anything for my services," he broke in, humorously winking his old eyes. "You are to be my law partner, you know." "Ah, that was reserved for time to bring about, in the event that I should ever become a lawyer, but that possibility is now removed. I'm not going to study law. The law is very forcible and very logical, but it is too dry for me. I don't believe that I am practical enough for a lawyer. I would rather read poetry and luminous prose than to study rules of civil conduct. I am going to bejewel my house with books and then I am going to live. I heard you say that the poet was the only man who really lives, but he is not--those who worship with him live with him. Yes, I am going to buy old books--I don't like new ones--and in my library I will rule over the kingdoms of the earth. But I am going to give you ten thousand dollars."