The Financier, a novel eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 732 pages of information about The Financier, a novel.

The Financier, a novel eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 732 pages of information about The Financier, a novel.

Frank only stared.  Too bad he had missed this.  The least touch of sorrow for the squid came to him as he stared at it slain.  Then he gazed at the victor.

“That’s the way it has to be, I guess,” he commented to himself.  “That squid wasn’t quick enough.”  He figured it out.

“The squid couldn’t kill the lobster—­he had no weapon.  The lobster could kill the squid—­he was heavily armed.  There was nothing for the squid to feed on; the lobster had the squid as prey.  What was the result to be?  What else could it be?  He didn’t have a chance,” he concluded finally, as he trotted on homeward.

The incident made a great impression on him.  It answered in a rough way that riddle which had been annoying him so much in the past:  “How is life organized?” Things lived on each other—­that was it.  Lobsters lived on squids and other things.  What lived on lobsters?  Men, of course!  Sure, that was it!  And what lived on men? he asked himself.  Was it other men?  Wild animals lived on men.  And there were Indians and cannibals.  And some men were killed by storms and accidents.  He wasn’t so sure about men living on men; but men did kill each other.  How about wars and street fights and mobs?  He had seen a mob once.  It attacked the Public Ledger building as he was coming home from school.  His father had explained why.  It was about the slaves.  That was it!  Sure, men lived on men.  Look at the slaves.  They were men.  That’s what all this excitement was about these days.  Men killing other men—­negroes.

He went on home quite pleased with himself at his solution.

“Mother!” he exclaimed, as he entered the house, “he finally got him!”

“Got who?  What got what?” she inquired in amazement.  “Go wash your hands.”

“Why, that lobster got that squid I was telling you and pa about the other day.”

“Well, that’s too bad.  What makes you take any interest in such things?  Run, wash your hands.”

“Well, you don’t often see anything like that.  I never did.”  He went out in the back yard, where there was a hydrant and a post with a little table on it, and on that a shining tin-pan and a bucket of water.  Here he washed his face and hands.

“Say, papa,” he said to his father, later, “you know that squid?”

“Yes.”

“Well, he’s dead.  The lobster got him.”

His father continued reading.  “Well, that’s too bad,” he said, indifferently.

But for days and weeks Frank thought of this and of the life he was tossed into, for he was already pondering on what he should be in this world, and how he should get along.  From seeing his father count money, he was sure that he would like banking; and Third Street, where his father’s office was, seemed to him the cleanest, most fascinating street in the world.

Chapter II

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