Nice fellow, too; I
could see it in every word he said. He'd be a success in, say, a
professorship in a college--and not a business college, either."
"If the place were yours," Richard, alive with interest, put it to him,
"now, this minute, what would be the first thing you would do?"
Carson laughed--not derisively, but like a boy who sees a chance at a
game he likes to play. "Have a bonfire, I'd like to say," he vowed. "But
that wouldn't be good business, and I wouldn't do it if I had the
chance--unless there was insurance to cover! And there's money in the
stock. Part of it could be got out. But it ought to be got out before
the moon is old. Then I'd like the fun of stocking up with new lines,
new departments, things the town never heard of. I'd make that blanket
window you told me about look sick. That is," he added modestly, "I
think I could. Any good general buyer could. I'm a dress-goods man
myself, only I've grown up under Kendrick & Company's roof and I've been
watching other lines than my own. It interests me--the possibilities of
that store. Why, the man ought not to fail! He has the best location in
town, the biggest windows, the best fixtures, judging by the outside of
the places I saw as I came along.
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