Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1884-09-11

contlnentsl at Spenu oiQ0 Louis. and Nash.
at 62. If shoulf covefT am ruined.n
so Supposed . was tss quiet reply.
"If I had 500 QQato tias over I believe
could come sutralkriketlp
security fnSst bass stSs word word of an homes,
man."
"Well, that viii do; It Is not negotiable in
the street; but it viii do, however make
proviso-and that Is, that you take your
losses and start fresh, for know that these
properties are dangerous-very dangerousp
Agreed" cried Comerford, feeling a
weight of care slip off his shoulders.
The money was paid over to Comerford,
who wrote a receipt for it.
What is thisl" said Dalton, carelessly;
receiptl Oh, mol Ihave the word of an
Eonest man-it is sufficient" and thereupon
he thrust it, torn in little pieces, into the waste
basket. He took the check for his balance,
which had been certified, and placed it care
fully in his pocket, then taking his hat, left
the Office.
q
Two years went by and Philip Comerford,
who had retired from active business, had
leased small Office in the old building, and
in the meanwhile he had heard nothing of
George Dalton. During this time his atten-
tion to Miss Dangerfeld had been so noticea-
ble that their acquaintance looked upon him
as her future husband; and he felt confident
that it would not be long before she would
yield and give her consent AS they sat
late one afternoon looking out into the street
at the passers-by he said: "There goes Tom
Hardcastle; he is engaged"
Yes; so heard"
lie has nothing to give her except position.
and that she does not need"
why, has he no heart, no affection! Ger
ainly he can give her an honorable nameF'
"Ies; but then who cares for merely an
honorable name?"
"All women do, Mr.. Comerford the name
and word OF an honest man are rare and pre-
a;ous Jewels"
VIII you take mine, for better or for worse,
Hiss DangerSeld?" said Comerford, looking
,,own and trying to take her hand, "aud my
whole heart with it?"
She rose, and looking at him tenderly said,
You should have an answer yes or no, Mr.
I merford; but though you know how feel
ward you, | nave none to advise me; no
2 +, no mother. Come next Thursday at
his time and l will tell you"
Tell me now"
NO; next Thursday at this time"
As Philip Comerford walked to his club that
arening he said, "the name and word of an
.p,les5 man seems to be above par. D-n
,a alton"
* * = Il
The following morning Philip Comeford
rs reading the paper in his office, where he
ViSitad about MON by an I1nyya1cOna
st. The unwelcome guest was Mr.. George
ton.
'Ah, good morning, Mr. Dalton, and how
you today"
Quite well. 1 have run in to tell you
=; that money to-day, and you will give
u check"
That money!" interrupted Comerforl,
;ag in his big chair, turning red and
hat money? Why that money loaned
the 100000 to be sure" answered Dal-
aharply.
At remember any such balance due you.
examine your account"
d., Lat farce is this. You cannot have for
IN itN
Well, young fellow, l have" Comerford
"ered with laugh. Seriously, "Where
III receipt!"
haven't any. I tore it up."
ho will believe thiss You must be
TX or crazy"
Then you refuse to pay its"
L know nothing about it."
Very well," and Dalton, shaking with
,otion, left the room.
Comerforl took up his paper, mutte1ing to
.:aself, well, that is over" He rose thew
twn the paper, went to closet where he
opt some cigars and liquors, and proceeded
upour out glass Of whisky. Suddenly he
put down the bottle and cried, "My God! can
ne be" and staggered to his chair "No, no!
impossible, ridiculous;
4 II Il
Mr. Philip Comerford called on the ap-
ointed Thursday, late in the afternoon. He
was unusually well dressed and outwardly
resented calm and dignifed appearance;
inwardly he was filed with distracting mis-
wings He rang the bell, the door was
opened by Thomas.
rs Miss Dangerfeid at aomep'
"No, sir"
mo"
Miss Dangerfield sailed in tho yacht early
this morning. Here is Eote for you, sir"
Mechanically Mr.. Comerford took the note
and turning from the house, he saw his
name written in heavy back hand, the let
| ters in the familiar long strokes. He dared
not open it. Half dazed he walked to the
corner and broke the seal. Out of the whito
envelope, lined with green, he picked letter
with shaking hand. 1t read as follows:
George Dalton believes you are unworthy.
haIr
therefore your answer is no"
CECIL TERESA DANGERFIELD.
Across the corner was written one word