"Why don't you open it?" said Teddy.
"What's the use?" said Mike. "There ain't no fifty cents
inside."
However, he drew it out of his pocket, and opened it.
"What's this?" he exclaimed, pulling out a piece of scrip.
"Howly St. Patrick! it's I that's in luck, anyhow I've got the
fifty cents!"
And he held up to view a fifty-cent scrip.
"Let me look at it," said Paul, incredulously.
But there was no room for doubt. It was a genuine fifty cents,
as Paul was compelled to admit.
"Didn't I tell you so?" said Teddy, triumphantly. "Here's where
you get fifty-cent prizes."
The appeal was successful. The sight of the fifty-cent prize led
to a large call for packages, of which Teddy immediately sold
ten, while Paul found himself completely deserted. None of the
ten, however, contained over two cents. Still the possibility of
drawing fifty cents kept up the courage of buyers, while Paul's
inducements were so far inferior that he found himself wholly
distanced.
"Don't you wish you'd gone pardners with me?" asked Teddy, with
a triumphant grin, noticing Paul's look of discomfiture. "You
can't do business alongside of me."
"You can't make any money giving such big prizes," said Paul.
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