CHAPTER 23EW FAME
Jimmy Raeburn sauntered down town. He was wearing his best clothes, because the other outfit had been ruined the day before. Yet, strange to say, his father had merely laughed at the destruction of valuable clothes. In fact, Jimmy was beginning to suspect that his father possessed a certain largeness of soul that had remained unsuspected all of these years. That morning he had said, “Jim, if you’re going down town, you may want some money. So take a dollar along with you.”
Whereupon, the first dollar of Jim’s life was placed in his hand—a great, round, shining silver cartwheel of a dollar.
So Jimmy went down town. He left his house feeling distinctly conscious of the whiteness of the bandage that crossed his brown face. He had not gone half a block when Skinny hailed h
