The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1894-10-10

Well, cn1ld, what Is II!
"You are my guardian and trustee,
uncle" she went on, as if forcing her-
self to speak. "Will you tell me how
much money Cora and 1 have each
got?"
'About ten thousand dollars, Lisa. "
"And can do as please with itp"
"That depends on circumstances.
Probably yes"
"Well, uncle, want to lend it to
Mr.. Kirkwood TO help him get into
business again"
"Child, for what?"
"Because he has no friends left, un-
Gle; because / feel so sorry for him."
said Lisa Segrist, with deepening col
or and downcast eyes. "And, uncle,
he must not know who let him have
it,"
"Why not?" ...
"Oh, because I couldn't bear to
have him know. 1t could be managed,
couldn't it?"
eyes, suppose But are you real
ly in earnest, Lisa?"
eyes, uncle"
"Well, we'll, child" said Uucle Sc
grist, smiling, though he was in real
ity deeply moved. "You shall have
your own way"
The next week Mr.. Kirkwood's law
yer informed him that ten thousand
dollars lay at his banking house, sub
ject to his draft or order at any time.
("Ten thousand dollars !" cried poor
Guy, quite overwhelmed. who
would lend me ten thousand dollars?"
'That is what am not at liberty to
inform you," said Mr.. Jessup.
And it was in vain that Guy Kirk
wood, marshalling in his memory all
his probable and improbable friends,
tried to fix the benefit upon one or
the other of them. He could not
place it; he must just accept it in the
spirit in which it had been given.
"And l will try to prove to my un-
known friend" he said in choking
voice, "that the favor has not been
bestowed in vain. Upon this founda-
ton will build up the beginning of
more prosperous career"
Kirkwood's words proved almost
prophetic. Five years from that time
he had not only regained his former
position in the commercial world, but
he had shot beyond it; and Cora Sc
grist, who in the meantime had in
dulged in several futile flirtations and
broken off two engagements, began
seriously to consider the propriety of
once more spreading her net for the
bird she had let fly so long ago.
Because l really am getting quite
middle-a9cd !" said Cora demurely;
"and Mr.. Kirkwood is certainly more
charming than ever"
Guy Kirkwood came often to Sc
grist's mansion; but Cora, disposed
though she was to take the most favor
able view of matters, could not but
see that it was more on her sisters ac-
count than her own.
"Does he really care for her, 1 Won
der?" thought Cora cor is it only to
revenge himself upon me for the man
ner in which / dismissed him five
years ago? Nonsensel Lisa isn't
half as pretty as l am, and she never
was. shall win this battle yet"
Mr.. Kirkwood had just posted let
ter-a missive whereon hung his fate
directed to Lisa Segrist. For he
had learned to love the shy, gentle
girl, and, lacking courage to tell her
so in words, he had put the substance
of his heart hope on paper.
From the post Office he went direct
ly to old Jessop's law sanctum.
"Have you paid back that ten thou
sand dollars, according to my orders?"
he said.
81 paid it today, with legal interest,
both simple and compound, for five
years" answered Jessop succinctly.
81 only wish I knew whom to thank
for this stepping-stone to fortune"
Old Mr.. Segrist, who was sitting
by, looked up queerly, over the tops
of his spectacle glasses.
"What would you give to know,
Guy?" said he.
"Half l am WORTH" was the impul-
sive answer.
"Well," chucklei the old man, 81
can tell you on cheaper terms than
that. l was bound over secrecy for
five years but the time WAS mn last