The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1890-08-01

Saved by mere squeak SO far" was
the almost breathless whisper as Clark
removed his hat and wiped his clammy
forehead. but we know not what q
day may bring forth. It's a mere res.
pite"
"Can the syndicate carry any more
weight, think you? Prices jumped up
two and three weeks ago. Now they only
climb hairs breadth at time. hear
they are loaded down--that it must
break; but I'm no expert in these mat
ters."
III you were, you'd be wise to keen
out OF it. Who can say whether they
will break or not? 1t is what everybody
confidently predicted when eighty-nine
was touched twelve days ago: and look
at it!
'Do you go back to the Office from
here? Good! I'll join you there in ten
minutes" said Lane, "for l shall not
come down town this afternoon, and
may not be able to in the morning."
And when Capt. Lane appeared at the
office OF Vincent, Clark e. Co., he
brought with him stout little packet,
which, after the exchange Of a few words
and scrap or two of paper, Mr.. Clark
carefully slowed in the innermost COM
partment of the big safe. Then he grasp
ed Lanes hand in both of his as the cap
tain said good-by
That afternoon, quite late, the captain
rang at the Vincents door, and it was al
most instantly opened by the smiling
Abigail, whom he so longed to reward for
her evident sympathy the day before, yet
lacked the courage to proffer a green
back. Lane was indeed little versed in
the ways of the world, howsoever well
he might be informed in his profession.
Miss Vincent is in the library, sir, if
you will please to walk that way" was
her brief communication; and the cap
tain, trembling despite his best efforts to
control himself, stepped past her into the
broad hall, and there, hurrying down the
stairway, came Mrs. Vincent, evidently
to meet him. Silently she held forth her
hand and led him into the parlor, and
then he saw that her face was very sad
and pale and that her eyes We're red with
weeping.
81 will only detain you q moment,
captain" she murmured, shut felt that
l must see you. Mr.. Vincent wrote to
me on the train as he left here, and he
tells me you know-the worst"
"Mr. Vincent has honored me with his
dear lady; and I-saw Mr..
Clark today
She looked up eagerly: What news
had he from New York? Did he tell
you?-about Mr.. Rossiter, that is?
knew perfectly well what Mr.. Vincents
hopes and expectations were in going"
There was telegram. fear that
he was disappointed in Mr.. Rossiter; but
the money was not needed up to the
closing of the board at o'clock"
II am not disappointed. thank God
hat the Rossitersrefusedh him money. 1t
will open his eyes to their real charac-
and son. would rather go |
md live in howell than be under obi |
cations to either of them" And now the |
ears were raining down her cheeks.
do not grieve so, Mrs. Vincent" said |
lane. II cannot believe the danger is
o great. have listened to the opinions
# the strongest men on Change this af-
ernoon. A break in this corner was
in New York at II this morn
ng, and that is the universal opinion
mong the best men now"
Eyes, but it may be days away yet,
nd Mr.. Vincent has confessed to me
hat his whole fortune hangs by single
air-that this wretched speculation has
wallowed everything-that rise of a
lngle penny means beggary to us, for
e can no longer answer his brokers'
alls.
THAT may have been so when he
'rote; but Mr.. Clark seems to have had
little better luck locally | infer from
that he told me that they were safe for
'day and could meet the raise of that
ritical cent or two; so that, despite the
reat loss they have sustained, there is
OF the certainty of ruin that so over
-helmed Mr.. Vincent on Wednesday,"
"You give me hope and courage" cried ,
lie poor, anxious hearted woman, as she {
lied and pressed his hand. "And-
nd you come to us in the midst of our ,
OupiSo' uhl. iuCCuJ WIS 80 tOuCneQ I
Y your writing first to him; it brought ,
lck old days, old times, old fashions,
lat he loved to recall-days when he,
10, was young and brave and full of }
)pe and cheer" !
"And l have your good wishes, too, !,
RS. Vincent?-even though am only ;
ldier and have so little to offer her be- !,
,nd-beyond"-
But he could not finish. He had looked h
to her face with such eager hope and g
light when he began, yet broke down !,
lplessly when he tried to speak of his
eat love for her sweet daughter"
81 know what you would say" she an n
'ered with quick and ready sympathy. b
have seen how dear my child has been
You almost from the very first. In IT
ed | do wish you happiness, Mr. Lane; =,
It Mr.. Vincent told you that-we once
d other views for Mabel. 1t is only =,
II and right that you should know" -
How could it have been otherwise,
rs. Vincent? Is there any man quite 9,
'rthy of her? Is there any station in
Q too high for one like her? l never h;
red hope that your consent could have e.
en- so freely given. do not dare hope =.
1T she can possibly care for me-yet." ~