"Now you see, my dear," he whispered confidentially, leaning over Mrs. Burleston, "it is this way: When me and Sally--Sally was my first wife--was married--we didn't have nary a red--nary a red. She done the cooking and housework, including the washing, and I tended bar for McDivit. You don't remember McDivit, I guess--course not. He was a fine man--a fine man! He kept the old Baroque House--now the Imperial. And I was such a good bartender and mixed 'em so well, only knocked down ten per cent., instead of twenty-five, like the other fellows, that one day he says to me, says he: "'Bill, you're a good fellow--I've been a watchin' you and I think a heap of you. I'm goin' to set you up in business. What would you rather be?' "'I think,' says I, 'I'd rather be a gentleman.' "'A gentleman!' says he--and smiled sort of knowing like. "'Yes, sir!' says I; 'a gentleman--one what makes his living skinning another gentleman--legitimately.' "'You mean you want to be a lawyer?' says McDivit. "'Not I,' says I. 'They skin only the leavings. I want to skin the big wad. I want to go into the promoting business--I want to sell something I haven't got to somebody what doesn't want it.' "'Good!' says McDivit with a twinkle in his eye. 'I'll go you.' "And he set me up--and I've been going ever since--accumulating. There's a heap of profit selling something you haven't got--though you have to be a bit nimble to keep within the law. But I've succeeded purty well. Later I got to buying something that some one else wanted before he knew he wanted it--and that's profitable--especially if he wants it bad or has to have it. Why this here Club--I worked it beautiful. It didn't know it wanted the new fifty acres, till after I knew it--and had bought it. That's how I came to be in the Club, you know--part consideration for the fifty acres. Oh, it's a great game! a great game when you know how to play it, and are lucky. I'm both. I'm worth a million and a quarter and I started with nothing--and I'm the same good fellow I was when I tended bar for Mr. McDivit. Success don't spoil Bill Emerson. No siree!" He paused a moment. "Sally, my first wife, you know, she died soon after I left McDivit, and when success came I married Maria--the present Mrs. Emerson, that is. She made a pretty good strike when she found yours truly, don't you think, my dears?" he ended, grinning broadly. "I do, indeed, Mr. Emerson!" smiled Mrs. Burleston. "You are a find for any woman." "So I have often told Maria--when we're exchanging compliments--like married people do, you know. I guess Burleston and you hand each other the same, hey? They don't mean nothin'--just hot air--that's pretty hot however when it first blows out!" he laughed. "Poor old dad!" said Miss Emerson to Pendleton imperturbably. "He is telling the story of his life. Did you hear him?" Pendleton shook his head. "I was engaged otherwise," he replied, looking at her with a smile.