The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1890-10-16

the almost GREATNESS Whisper as Clark
removed his hat and wiped his clammy
forehead. "But we know not what a
day may bring forth. It's q mere res
pite."
"Can the syndicate carry any more
weight, think your Prices jumped up
two and three weeks ago. Now they only
climb hairs breadth at time. 1hear
they are loaded down-that Il must
break; but I'm no expert in these mat
tora."
"R you were, you'd be wise to keep
out Of II. Who can say whether they
viii break or not2 It Is what everybody
confidently predicted when eighty-nine
was touched twelve days ago; and look
at itI''
"Do you go back to the ofIice from
hsrea Goodl 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
ONCE Of Vincent, Clark q Co, he
brought with him . stout little packet.
which, after the exchange Of few words
and q 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.
a That afternoon, quite late, the captain
rang at the Vincent's door, and itwas al
most instantly opened by the smiling
Abigail, whom he 90 longed to reward for
her evidentsympathy the day before, yet
lacked the courage to proffer q green
back. Lane was indeed little versed in
the ways Of the world, howsoever well
be might be informed In his profession.
Miss Vincent Is in the library, dr, II
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, hurTying 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 were red with
weeping.
81 viii only detain you q moment.
captain, she murmured, "but / 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
confidence, dear lady; and I-saw Mr..
Clark today"
She looked up eagerly: "what news
had he from New York; Did he tell
youl-abOut Mr.. Rossiter, that is2
knew perfectly well what Mr.. Vincent's
hopes and expectations were in going"
"There was q telegram. fear that
he was disappointed In Mr.. Rossiter; but
the money was not needed up to tie
closing Of the board at o'clock"
II am not disappointed. I thank God
that the Rossiters refused him money. II
viii open his eyes to their real charao-
ters-father and son. would rather 60
and live in howell than be under obi
cations to either Of them" And now the
tears were raining down her cheeks.
"Do not grieve 30, Mrs. Vincent, /" said
Lane. II cannot believe the danger Ia
% great. IhAve listened to the opinions
Of the strongest men on change this af-
ternoon. A break in this corner was
predicted in New York at II this morn
ing, and that Is the universal opinion
among the best men now"
Eyes, but 1t may be days away yet,
and Mr.. Vincent has confessed to me
that his whole fortune hangs by o single
hAir-that this wretched speculation has
swallowed everything-that o rise Of q
single penny means beggaEy to rs, for
he can no longer answer his brokers
calls.
"That may have been 20 when he
wrote; but Mr.. Clark seems to have had
little better luck locally. infer from
what he told me that they were safe for
today and could meet the raise Of that
critical cent or two; 20 that, despite the
great loss they have sustained, there IL
not the certainty Of ruin that 20 over
whSlmed Mr.. Vincent on Wednesday"
"You give me hope and courage" cried
the poor, anxious hearted woman, a. abe
seized and pressed his hand. and
and you come to rs In the midst Of our
troublesi Mr.. Vincent was 20 touched
by your writing hrSt to himj II brought
back old days, old times, old faShions.
that he loved to recall-dayS when he,
too, was young and brave and full Of
hope and cheer"
"And l have your good wishes, too,
Mrs. Vincent2-even though l am only Q
soldier and have 90 little TO offer her BE-
yond-beyond"-
But he could not finish. He had looked
into her face with such eager hope and
delight when he began, yet broke down
helplessly when he tried to speak Of his
great love for her sweet daughter"
II know what you would say" she an
Gwered with quick and ready sympathy.
II have seen how dear my child has been
to you almost from the very Hrst. In
deed / do wish you happiness, Mr.. Lane,
but Mr.. Vincent told you that-we once
had other v5ws for Mabel II Is only
fair and right that you should know"
Glow could 1t have been otherwise,
Nm. Vincent Is there any man quite
worthy Of herr Is there any station In
life too high for one like herr l never
dared hope that your consent could have
been 20 freely given. do not dare hope
that she can possibly care for me-yet."
II viii not keep you longer, then" +"
said she, smiling through her tearA ~
win see you after q while, perhaps Ma
bel is In the library. Now III leave you.
With tumultuously throbbing heart,
he softly entered and quickly glanced
around The tiers Of almost priceless
volumes, the antique furniture, the cost
y Persian rugs and portiores, the pio-
tures, bronEes, bric-a-brac-AIl were
valuelesS In his eager eyeA They sought