OH, MONEY! MONEY!

CONTENTS


I. EXIT MR. STANLEY G. FULTON

II. ENTER MR. JOHN SMITH

III. THE SMALL BOY AT THE KEYHOLE

IV. IN SEARCH OF SOME DATES

V. IN MISS FLORA'S ALBUM

VI. POOR MAGGIE

VII. POOR MAGGIE AND SOME OTHERS

VIII. A SANTA CLAUS HELD UP

IX. "DEAR COUSIN STANLEY"

X. WHAT DOES IT MATTER?

XI. SANTA CLAUS ARRIVES

XII. THE TOYS RATTLE OUT

XIII. THE DANCING BEGINS

XIV. FROM ME TO YOU WITH LOVE

XV. IN SEARCH OF REST

XVI. THE FLY IN THE OINTMENT

XVII. AN AMBASSADOR OF CUPID'S

XVIII. JUST A MATTER OF BEGGING

XIX. STILL OTHER FLIES

XX. FRANKENSTEIN: BEING A LETTEB FKOM JOHN SMITH TO EDWARD D.
NORTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW

XXI. SYMPATHIES MISPLACED

XXII. WITH EVERY JIM A JAMES

XXIII. REFLECTIONS--MIRRORED AND OTHERWISE

XXIV. THAT MISERABLE MONEY

XXV. EXIT MR. JOHN SMITH

XXVI. REENTER MR. STANLEY G. FULTON



CHAPTER I

EXIT MR. STANLEY G. FULTON


There was a thoughtful frown on the face of the man who was the
possessor of twenty million dollars. He was a tall, spare man, with a
fringe of reddish-brown hair encircling a bald spot. His blue eyes,
fixed just now in a steady gaze upon a row of ponderous law books
across the room, were friendly and benevolent in direct contradiction
to the bulldog, never-let-go fighting qualities of the square jaw
below the firm, rather thin lips.

The lawyer, a youthfully alert man of sixty years, trimly gray as to
garb, hair, and mustache, sat idly watching him, yet with eyes that
looked so intently that they seemed to listen.

For fully five minutes the two men had been pulling at their cigars in
silence when the millionaire spoke.

"Ned, what am I going to do with my money?"

Into the lawyer's listening eyes flashed, for a moment, the keenly
scrutinizing glance usually reserved for the witness on the other
side. Then quietly came the answer.

"Spend it yourself, I hope--for some years to come, Stanley."