The Portland daily press., 1894-01-01

early IN consequence OF things discovered.
And there was the boom in Guano, but he
fortunately smashed, much to Rosie's joy,
because she never liked him. The last was
Lord Evergreen. He was nice old chap
when you could understand what he said,
and Rosie would have liked the title very
much, though his grandchildren opposed
the thing. Well, sir, [ suppose you could
not understand the trouble we took to keep
that old man alive for his own wedding
Science did all it could, but twas of no
use" The financier sighed. 1.-THE ways
of Providence are inscrutible. He died, sir
tho day before.''
"That was very sad"
IA dashing of the cup from the lip, sir.
My daughter would have been countess
Well, young gentleman, about this estate
of yours. l. think l see a way-I think,
am not yet sure-that do see way Go
now. See this liberal gentleman and drink
his champagne and come here in week
Then, if | still see my way, you shall I'M
derstand what it means to hold the posi-
ton in the city which is mine
"And-and-may call upon Rosie?'
''Not till this day week-not till have
made my way plain
"And so it means this Oh, Rosie, you
look lovelier than ever. and I'm as happy
as king. 1t means this. Your father is
the greatest genius in the world. He buys
my property for e60, 000-e60, 900. That's
over 92, 900 year for me, and he makes
company out of it with e150, 900 capital.
He says that, taking e10,0 900 out of it for
expenses, there will be a profit of $50 900.
nd oil fhot ho rriyo tn 600 nm
that's $4,000 year for you, and EGO, 600,
that's two more, my dearest Rosie. You
remember what you said, that when you
married you would step out of one room
like this into another just as good?'
sob, Reggie''-she sank upon his bosom
-'you know never could love anybody
but you. It's true I was engaged to old
Lord Evergreen, but that was only be-
cause he had one foot in the grave, you
know, and when the other foot went in,
too, just day too soon, I actually laugh
ed. So the pater is going to make COM
pany of it, is he? Well. I hope he won t
put any Of his own money into it, Pm
sure, because of late all the companies
have turned out so badly.''
''But, my child. the place is full Of
gold"
"Then why did he turn it into COM
pany, my dear boy2 And why didn't he
make you stick to it? But you know moth
ing of the city. Now, let us sit down and
talk about what we shall do. Don't, you
ridiculous boyl'
Another house just like the first. The
bride stepped out of one palace into an
other. With their e5, 900 or &c, 200 a year
the young couple could just manage to
make both ends meet. The husband was
devoted; the wife had everything she
could wish. Who could be happier than
this pair in nest so luxurious, their life
SO padded, their days SO full of sunshine?
1t was year after marriage. The wife,
contrary to her usual custom, was the first
at breakfast. A few letters were waiting
for her-chiefy invitations. She opened
and read them. Among them lay one adj
dressed to her husband. Not looking at the
address, she opened and read that as we'll:
DEAR REGINALD-I venture to address you
as an old friend of your own and schoolfellow
of your mothers [ am a widow with four
children. My husband was the vicar of your
old parish-you remember him and me. l was
left with little income Of about $500 a year.
Twelve months ago l was persuaded, in order
to double my ilcome-a thing which seemed
certain from the prospectus-to invest every
thing in a new and rich gold mine. Every
thing. And the mine has never paid anything.
The company-it is called the Rynard Gold
Reef company - is in liquidation because,
though there is really the gold there, it costs
too much to get it. have no relatives any
where to help me. Unless can get assistance
my children ard I must go at once-tomorrow
Into the workhouse. Yes, we are paupers. I
am ruined by the cruel lies of that prospectus
and the wickedness which deluded me, and I
know not how many others, out of my money.
I have been foolish and am punished But
those people, who will punish them7 Help
me, if you can, my dear Reginald. Oh, for
Gods sake, help my children and me. Help
your mothers friend, your own old friend.
"This," said Rosie meditatively, s'is ex-
actly the kind of thing to make Reggie
uncomfortable. Why, it might make him
unhappy all day. Better burn it." She
dropped the letter into the fire. "He's an
impulsive, emotional nature, and he does
not understand the city. If people are so
foolish-what lot of fibs the poor old pa
ter does tell, to be surel He's a regular
novelist-oh, here you are, you lazy boyr'
''Kiss me, Rosie.' He looked as hand
some as Apollo and as cheerful. 81 wish
all the world were as happy as you and
I. Heigho! Some poor devils. I'm
afraid''-
"Tea or coffee, g9"-Walter Besant.