Beta Book

The letter announced that the flinty farm at Parthenon,
left to Mr. Wrenn by his father, had been sold. Its location on
a river bluff had made it valuable to the Parthenon Chautauqua
Association. There was now to his credit in the Parthenon
National Bank nine hundred and forty dollars!
He was wealthy, then. He had enough to stalk up and down the
earth for many venturesome (but economical) months, till he
should learn the trade of wandering, and its mysterious trick of
living without a job or a salary.
He crushed his pillow with burrowing head and sobbed excitedly,
with a terrible stomach-sinking and a chill shaking. Then he
laughed and wanted to--but didn't--rush into the adjacent hall
room and tell the total stranger there of this world-changing news.
He listened in the hall to learn whether the Zapps were up,
but heard nothing; returned and cantered up and down, gloating
on a map of the world.
"Gee! It's happened. I could travel all the time. I guess I
won't be--very much--afraid of wrecks and stuff.


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