The Mind Creative
The next morning I was to start for the
West to make my fortune. You couldn't
We figured that in twenty years each
of us ought to have our destiny worked
out and our fortunes made, whatever
they were going to be."
"It sounds pretty interesting," said the
policeman. "Rather a long time
between meets, though, it seems to
me. Haven't you heard from your
friend since you left?"
"Well, yes, for a time we corresponded," said the other. "But after
a year or two we lost track of each other. You see, the West is a
pretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it pretty
lively. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he's alive, for he
always was the truest, staunchest old chap in the world. He'll
never forget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door
to-night, and it's worth it if my old partner turns up."
The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set
with small diamonds.
"Three minutes to ten," he announced. "It was exactly ten o'clock
when we parted here at the restaurant door."
"Did pretty well out West, didn't you?" asked the policeman.
"You bet! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind of
plodder, though, good fellow as he was. I've had to compete with
some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. A man gets in a
groove in New York. It takes the West to put a razor-edge on
him."
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