d one
broker, the one for whom Dick had delivered the letter that day he
nearly was arrested at the park fountain. "I subscribe for it."

"Then you don't want two copies," spoke Dick cheerfully, though he
began to have his doubts about Jimmy's new scheme.

He found that nearly every person whom he asked to buy the weekly
received it at his house, either through the mail, or from some boy who
had a route in that vicinity. He did manage to sell a few copies, but
not enough to pay for carrying the fifty around.

"I don't believe you'll have much of a success with that," said a
banker, who was one of Dick's steady customers. "The concern sent out
an army of agents to get subscriptions by the year, before allowing
boys to sell it on the streets, and persons down here haven't time to
read a magazine like that during business hours. We get it at our
homes."

Before the day was over Dick began to believe this was true. He only
managed to sell twelve copies out of the fifty he had taken out, and,
as the sale of the magazine was practically over on the day of
publication, he could see a financial loss staring him in the face.

"That is, unless Jimmy managed to dispose of all of his," he thought.
"Guess I'll quit now, and go up and see how he's making out."

He found Jimmy on his corner, busily engaged in disposing of the
evening papers, for his customers did not stop work as early as did
those in the financial section.

"How's the new weekly going, Jimmy?" asked 'Dick, when there came a
lull in trade.

"Rotten!" was Jimmy's characteristic answer. "It's a regular lemon,
down here. It's on de blink. I sold ten copies, and I couldn't get
rid of another one. So I stowed 'em away, and I got busy with me--I
mean my--regular papers. No trouble to sell them. How'd you make out?"

"Not much better. I sold twelve."

"Say, ain't that the limit? I'll never try a new stunt like that
ag'in. Everybody I struck to buy one, had one already, or got it home."

"Same with me," agreed Dick.

"Well, I can see us losin' some of our hard-earned plunks," went on
Jimmy.

"Never mind," consoled his partner. "We made a good try, and we'll
know better next time."

"You bet I will. What's that the book says about a trolley conductor
stickin' to his car?"

"I guess you mean the one about the shoemaker sticking to his last,"
said Dick, with a smile.

"Well, last or first, it don't make much difference, only I'm going to
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