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Wilson, Harry Leon, 1867-1939

"Bunker Bean"

It helped him to realize
that he had indeed been a king and the sire of kings; that kingly stuff
was in him.
So marked an advance in his spirit was not made in a day, however. It
came only after long dwelling in thought upon his splendid past. And,
too, after he had envisioned the circumstance that he was now a man of
means. The latter was not less difficult of realization than his
kingship. He had thought little about money, save at destitute moments;
had dreamed of riches as a vague, rather pleasant and not important
possibility. But kings were rich; no sooner had his kingship been
proclaimed than money was in his hand. And, of course, more money would
come to him, as it had once come on the banks of the Nile. He did not
question how nor whence. He only knew.
It was three days before he bethought himself to finish the reading of
Aunt Clara's letter, suspended at sight of the astounding enclosure. He
had begun that letter a harried and trivial unit of the toiling masses.
He came to finish it a complacent and lordly figure!
"--I enclose the check which wipes out all but $7,000 of that
money from your dear mother with which dearest Edward so rashly
speculated years ago, in the hope of making you a wealthy man.
I am happy to say that $5,000 of this I can pay at once out of
the money I have saved. I have been investing for years, as I
could spare it, in the stock of the Federal Express Company,
and now have fifty shares, which I will transfer to you at par,
though they are quoted a little above that, if you are willing
to accept them.


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