I waited for the verdict with almost trembling eagerness.
"How much do you want ?" he said.
"Two thousand dollars." "All right, Mr.Rockefeller, you can have it," he replied.

"Just give me your own warehouse receipts; they're good enough for me." As I left that bank, my elation can hardly be imagined.

I held up my head--think of it, a bank had trusted me for $2,000! I felt that I was now a man of importance in the community.
For long years after the head of this bank was a friend indeed; he loaned me money when I needed it, and I needed it almost all the time, and all the money he had.

It was a source of gratification that later I was able to go to him and recommend that he should make a certain investment in Standard Oil stock.

He agreed that he would like to do so, but he said that the sum involved was not at the moment available, and so at my suggestion I turned banker for him, and in the end he took out his principal with a very handsome profit.