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But his gaze followed the vanishing figure of Fred Ripley, and a cunning look gleamed in Tip's eyes. Fred Ripley, when he had heard of Tip going to prison without saying a word, had been foolish enough to suppose that that incident in his own life was closed. Fred had yet to learn that evil remains a long time alive, and that its consequences hit the evil doer harder than the victim. Recess!
No more make-believe winter for a while, the snow lay white and crisp on the ground, and the frosty air stung every nose and every finger it could reach. Tip's study, at the foot of the hill under the elm, had been quite broken up, and he found it very hard to study at home, especially this morning. His father's cough had been bad all night, and this made his mother troubled and cross.
"I expect you had about the best acrostic, this afternoon, that can be written." Tip's heart was throbbing with pleasure as he walked on home after Ellis had left him. For the first time in his life he had earnest, warm, hearty praise from his teacher. Ellis had said, "Father told me he thought I was mistaken." Mr. Holbrook, then, did believe and trust him.
"Well, it's my business to speculate in mines, and I'm generally willing to pay for a useful tip. But it's got to be useful. I don't like to be stung, and the woods are full of dead-beat prospectors ready to put you wise about rich pay-dirt for a dollar or two." "My tip's all right," Drummond declared in a defiant tone. "I'll show you!
My brother has always been Tip's champion in his matrimonial disagreements, and whenever Pulsifer flees across the mountain, swearing terrible oaths that he will never return, Tim goes straight to the clearing on the ridge and talks long and seriously to the deserted wife about her duty. But there was reason in Tip's contention regarding Weston.
Tip's eyes were turned toward the Ripley home opposite. "To think o' that feller in a fine, warm, soft bed nights, an' all the swell stuff to eat at table!" muttered Tip, enviously. "And then me, out in the cold, wearing a tramp's clothes! Never sure whether to-morrer has a meal comin' with it! But, anyway, I can make that Ripley kid dance when I pull the string!
There was a queer and rather puzzled look on Dick's face. "So Fred's paying Tip money, and Tip knows it's blackmail?" muttered the sophomore. "That can mean just one thing then. When Tip held his tongue before and at his trial, last year, he was looking ahead to the time when he could extort money by threatening Fred. And now Tip's doing it. That must be the way he gets his living.
If there's any strong reason for a rise in value, buyers anticipate it." "Then perhaps you know of something that has a better chance than the rest? I expect your tip's worth having." "You might try rubber!" "Rubber? Hasn't that been a little overdone?" Herbert considered, for this remark confirmed his private opinion.
A strong tip's out that Textiles are to be rocketed." Ten points up already on the mere rumor! Already ten dollars to pay on every share I was "short" and I short more than two hundred thousand! I felt the claws of the fiend Ruin sink into the flesh of my shoulders. "Ball doesn't know how I'm fixed," I remember I thought, "and he mustn't know."
He did not know how Tip's heart was throbbing, nor how he was saying over and over to himself, "Things are different; they're surely different." He did not know how those few words of his, spoken that winter morning, were going to help to make the boy a man.
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