Kootenai County Republican. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1899-1903, 1901-07-12
50 UNIT PRUE, how proud you
/1\ must have felt when you won
49, that 500 prize IN POUR fire. story


I first did with the money. Margaret"
replied Mrs. Morris. but 1t can do no
harm to tell the story now. 1t all hap
pened ten years ago.
'As l was on my way home with the
two crisp $50 bills In my pocket l met
q young man who had been one OF my
pupils two or three years before. He
was quite favorite Of mine. and
had known his people for many years.
On this day he turned and walked with
me. and l soon guessed that he was In
some deep trouble. After q while |
won the story from him. He had been
specializing in stocks and had Dor
rowed,' unknown to his employees.
hundred dollars Of the firms money.
He had lost and In despair at being
unable to refund the money. had
forged his uncle's name to a check,
which. however. he had not yet found
courage to present for payment.
well, the end Of 1t was that the crisp
$50 bills in my possession changed
hands, the forged check was destroyed,
and Charlie left me. with broken words
Of thanks and few earnest promises
COR the future"
ibid he ever repay you the money,
suntieY'
Yes, he paid it all back in a few
months. believe he has always lived
an honest, upright life since. and have
never regretted the first investment Of
my prize money"
A short time later as Margaret Rim.
mer was on her way home. she heard
q deep, manly voice say. Good after
noon. Miss Margaret" and Professor
Hay fell into step by her side.
II have just been calling on my Aunt
Prudence" said Margaret. as they
walked on slowly. II have spent a de-
lightful afternoon reading some OF her
old stories. You know she won hun
dred-dollar prize once with one OF her
first, stories"
"Yes. remember" said the profess
sor, somewhat absently. looking down
as he spoke ut few fluffy curlS that
escaped from beneath the brim Of his
companions hat. Il remember that
met your aunt on that day that she
received the prize. and she allowed me
to walk part of the way home with her.
You know she was my teacher IN the
old high school,"
mo, did not know It," replied Mar
garet. slowly. with shock OF surprise.
To herself she was repeating with a
sick heart, This Is the end OF auntie's
story; his name Is Charles Hay, and
1t was he who walked home With
auntie that day. He must never know
that l know" She forced herself to
take some part In the conversation, try.
ing to put aside for the time the
thought OF what this knowledge Lust
mean to her. that she could never again
look up to him with the old respect,
that the sweet fanc!es that had Of late
begun to come 10 her, OF q dearer
friendship between them. must be reso-
/ lutely crashed out. No, 1t could never
be jIst the same again.
When. few days later, Mr.. Hay
called on Margaret, and In a few man
ly words told her Of his love, Margaret
gently, but decidedly, refused his offer
She would give him no reason, except
that it could never be. No. she cared
for no one else-but 1t could never be
So the professor went sadly away and
Margaret with pale face and eyes dim
with lnshed tears. sought her room.
For hours that night Margaret Rim.
mer lay awake and wrcstled with the
problem-was 1t fair to condemn the
man OF go honest. respected. who had
won his place In the world. for the
folly and sin Of ten years ago? Had
be not nobly redeemed the pastf But
still. how could she respect him as SHE
might II she had never heard thai
wretched story? A forger. thief
No, she could never trust her life's hap
piness to one whom she could not rev
erence as nobler. greater. than herself
Margaret was calling on her aunt 9
few days later, when Mrs. Morris re
marked: by the way. yon remembel
the story ! told you about the young
man whom helped out Of trouble viii
my prize money!
Yes" said Margaret, family, won
dering what was to come.
He called on me yesterday. anc
brought Inc photograph OF his two
children"
His Children exclaimed Margaret
"Yes, he is married, and has lovely
wife and pretty little home"
i. Margaret listened as II In dream
"Then-then 1t was not Mr.. uayY She
stammered.
"Mr. Hay! No, indeed. Charlie.
| IIar ic tho soul of honor WHY " la