Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-07-03

THE president hlmseif came 10 me
this morning, and after few KIND words
and cautious questions, lntrusted me
with very important commission ana
large sum of money, at the same time as
suring me that on the faithful execution
Of the trust might depend my future ad-
vancement in the bank"
AWell?" asked Eugene, breathlessly.
well, I have been unable to consum-
mate the matter.
Good heavensl how ID thatp"
@T am short a hundred dollars of the
amount the president gave me-.
What is it lost?"
GYes, it is lost; but, understand me,
Eugene, it is lost in such a way that
carino possibly explain it as an accident.
THAT looks bad" mused his friend.
Then, after moments consideration:
when were you to make your report to
the PRESIDENT"
when he comes down to the bank in
the morning; that is, between nine and
ten o'clock.
@And you see no way out Of your diff
culty2"
@No way whatever, unless, indeed, can
get one hundred dollars between this and
eight o'clock tomorrow morning. In that
case I might still have time to complete
the transaction and be ready to report.
Between this and eight o'clock to-
morrow morning." mechanically re-
reated Eugene.
"Yes. but what's the use Of talking!
Where am I to get one hundred dollars,
or even half that amount? You see fol
yourself, old fellow, I'm fairly done for.
Eugene Cleyeland's face instantly be.
came as white as his friends. He saw
and fully appreciated the gravity of the
situation. But what was to be donep
Even if it were to save his life he
could not have got altogether twenty-five
dollars of his own money, much less
four times that amount. And leaning
forward with his elbows resting upon {
desk, he gave himself up to profound re
Election.
Presently, raising his head, he put th'
question:
@Does any one else know of this loss?'
@Not living soul but yourself, was
the quick reply.
That's we'll; I'm glad of that. !" Ant
again he became silent.
This lasted SO long that young Field
ing was forced to speak.
Don't you see any way out of it?" b
asked, anxiously. Remember" b,
RHSpeu, ltlb uub OAi my OWA uIouu uut
butter that's at stake but my sisters liv
ing is also in danger.
For q moment Eugene did not respond
indeed, he hardly seemed to hear him. A
length, with an effort, he said:
II can see but one way. I must 60 tt
my uncle, the director. The one. yol
know, who obtained this situation TO
me.
aWhatl Do you think he will help us?
asked Ray, in great surprise.
II can't say, rejoined Eugene, slowl,
shaking his head while peculiar, al
almost frightened look, came into hi
face. Il can't say, but can do no les
than try. And-and-yes. for your sake
Ray, and for Meta's. I'll do that this YER
evening.
4God bless you. my dear fellow, ex
claimed Ray, grasping his hand an
shaking it warmly, fyou are, indeed,
true friend" and the tears, which b
could no longer repress, started from hi
Young Cleveland, since he had foun
it necessary to work for living, had no
been frequent visitor at his uncle
house, for he could but notice that hi
august relative in no way exerted himsel
to make his calls agreeable. He had
therefore, of late, resolved to wholly dis
continue his visits; but not for this res
6on alone.
His uncle, the Hon. Sherwood Ellis
ton, had recently married second time
and on several OF his later visits EuQen
had seen his new wife, who, he could BIT
acknowledge to himself, interested hiI
profoundly
ON the occasion Of his first meetin
her when she entered the room an
came slowly toward him, he was 3
startled by her wondrous grace ON
beauty that he almost forgot to rise froi
his chair.
This glorious being, this magnifcer
lady, was bnt twenty-five years Of ag'
She was tall and blonde, with deer-st
ewes under the shadow OF sweeping, dar
lashes. Thick masses of hair frame
her somewhat sad but splendid brow; an
she was richly, even perfectly dressed
her elegant garments draping her like Q
antique statue.
In the days OF her mnidenhood her en-
mics and rivals b nicknamed her *
goddess because they hated her, ar
wished to insinuste that she put on grar