Bayou Folk

gether on Canal Street, closing a conversation that had evide

would n't have you touch it if there was n't. Why, they tell me

eaned back upon the clumsy stick which he carried, and continued: "It's all true, I dare say, Fitch; but a decision of that sort would mean more to me than you'd believe i

the pitiful two and a half per cent commission racket; that

an't. We 'll talk about it when I get back. You

at the

ness of t

reveport, then; o

ect to hear from me till you see m

. Wallace Offdean hurried to the bank in order to replenish his portemonnaie, which had been ma

places. What he wanted, now that he had reached his twenty-sixth year and his inheritanc

aculties intelligently, which means more than is at once apparent. Above all, he would keep clear of the maelstroms of sordid work and senseless pleas

moderate means and healthy instincts. He had gone to college, had traveled a little at home and abroad, had frequented society and th

telligent, as he liked to tell himself. With his patrimony of twenty-five thousand dollars came what he felt to be the turning-point in

t they called "a troublesome piece of land on Red River," Wallace Offdean

native State, might, he hoped, prove a sort of closet into which