The Wall Street Girl

Before beginning to read the interesting document in front of him, Jonas Barton, senior member of Barton & Saltonstall, paused to clean his glasses rather carefully, in order to gain sufficient time to study for a moment the tall, good-looking young man who waited indifferently on the other side of the desk. He had not seen his late client's son since the latter had entered college – a black-haired, black-eyed lad of seventeen, impulsive in manner and speech. The intervening four years had tempered him