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 ever dreamed of earning in a week. On pay nights he dressed himself in his Sunday clothes and had himself shaved at Joe Trotter's barber shop. Then he went along Main Street, fingering the money in his pocket and half fearing he would suddenly awaken and find it all a dream. He went into Wymer's tobacco store to get a cigar, and old Claude Wymer came to wait on him. On the second Saturday evening after he got his new position, the tobacconist, a rather obsequious man v called him Mr. Hall. It was the first time such a thing had happened and it upset him a little. He laughed and made a joke of it. " Don't get high and mighty," he said, and turned to wink at the men loaf- ing in the shop. Later he thought about the matter and was sorry he had not accepted the new title with- out protest. ' Well, I'm foreman, and a lot of the young fellows I've always known and fooled around with will be working under me," he told himself. " I can't be getting thick with them." Ed walked along the street feeling very keenly the importance of his new place in the community. Other young fellows in the factory were getting a dollar and a half a day. At the end of the week he got twenty- five dollars, almost three times as much. The money was an indication of superiority. There could be no doubt about that. Ever since he had been a boy he had heard older men speak respectfully of men who possessed money. " Get on in the world," they said to young men, when they talked seriously. Among themselves they did not pretend that they did not want money. " It's money makes the mare go," they said. Down Main Street to the New York Central tracks Ed went, and then turned out of the street and disap- [214]