In the meantime our hero had stuck close to the real-estate business, and learned it thoroughly. He was still John Garwell"s private clerk.
"Are you going to leave me, now you have your fortune?" questioned the real estate broker, anxiously.
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No, indeed!"
"How would you like to take me in as a partner, Mr. Garwell?"
"I"d like it first-rate, Nat--in fact, I was going to mention that myself."
"Then let us form a partnership," and this was done without delay. The new firm, prospered from the very start, much to the satisfaction of all concerned.
In the meantime, Nat did not forget his old friends the Talcotts.
Although he no longer lived with them, he visited them often. He learned through the widow that her son was anxious to buy out the store in which he worked. The price was twelve hundred dollars, and one day Nat bought it, and had the transfer made out in d.i.c.k"s name.
"You deserve this, d.i.c.k," said he. "When I was a stranger and mighty green you did your best by me."
"Well, you"ve paid me back," said d.i.c.k, with a grin. "You"re a gentleman, Nat, you are."
"And how about being green?"
"You"re not green any more. You"re as smart as they make "em!"
Since then the years have rolled on. Nat is still in business and is doing well. He has married and settled down in New York City; and here we will leave him.
THE END