4/33 And that reminds me," I continued, rejoicing in the transition, "how about the bankruptcy ?" "You were lucky to be out of that," answered Jim, shaking his head; "you were lucky not to see the papers. The _Occidental_ called me a fifth-rate Kerbstone broker with water on the brain; another said I was a tree-frog that had got into the same meadow with Longhurst, and had blown myself out till I went pop. It was rough on a man in his honeymoon; so was what they said about my looks, and what I had on, and the way I perspired. But I braced myself up with the Flying Scud. How did it exactly figure out anyway? |