The Republican journal., 1902-08-14

Keen look from her bright Dlack eyes,
but her gaze softened as she met Dun
hams frank and sunny smile. The
three turned and walked up the avenue
together, while the inventor briefly told
the story of his invention, and of his fu-
tile efforts tc place it. The account was
punctuated from time to time by COM
ments from the black-eyed girl, COM
ments so quick and apropos that Dun
hams admiration for her wit was mixed
with surprise at her knowledge of me-
chanicS.
Now" he said, "a word or two about
myself. | am not really and truly a
promoter, you know Wait a moment.
| hope to be promoter on this occa-
sion. Not exactly simon pure pro-
nloter, either. | think the real article
usually works for himself | disdain
any such base purpose. But here, come
into this bank with me and let me put
your faith to severe test"
He led them up the steps of the hand
room and seated them at the writing
table.
This is Mr.. Calthorpe's bank, isn't
it," inquired the young woman
Mr.. Richard Calthorpe is the banks
president" said Durham. Are you
acquainted with him."
He attends the same church we do"
said the young woman, ''and is superin-
tendent of the Sunday school,
That's good said Durham. Elk
cuse us. Joe. | want recommendation
from President Calthorpe. Step this
way, please, Miss Lucy" And he led
her back to one of the ornately decorat-
ed private offices.
When they returned a few moments
later the girl looked greatly puzzled
and the gaze that rested on Dunilam
from time to time had lost all its sug
geStions of suspicion.
And now" said Durham, Il must
talk fast. At o'clock am to meet a
half dozen men who are interested III
local mandatory OF small hardware
and who are DESTROYS of securing adj
ditional capital. The business is well
established and paying handsomely, but
it can be protitably extended Among
the gentlemen will be the manager of
the factory, man of tirSt-class me-
chanlcal ability. | intend to submit
the cutoff to him. If he thinks it can
be manufactured by the company at a
profit | Will sell it to him for the best
price obtainable and for spot cash.
Now | want you to transfer the whole
thing to me- Patents in your name,
isn't it,"
Yes" said Joe, but He hest
tated and turned his troubled face to
his sister,
That wise young woman met his
glance calmly.
Joe, dear" she said, you must do
whatever he tells you"
If there is any bunco about it you
can blame your clever sister, Joe,
laughed Durham, as he pushed forward
the ink and pens.
With trembling fingers the young in
ventor filed out and signed the neces-
sary papers, and presently Durham
gathered them together and taking up
the model started for the street.
What next, stammered the daZed
inventor.
Meet me here in front of the bank
i'll just an hour from now. sand Dun
ham zone moment. What is the sum
YOU hope to get from tins?
I'D let 1t 60 tor $500, sad the III
yentor
"One thousand said the girl, with
her eyes on Dunham's face.
Dunham made no comment on the
figures.
Don't forget O'clock he said.
and he was gone.
DO you think he'll show up again.
Sis anXlouSly inquired the young III
ventor. as he watched Dunham's re-
treating form.
"Of course do. said the girl stoutly.
But it was a weary hour of waiting
for sister as well as brother. They did
not venture far from the place of meet
ing. and several minutes before the APP
pointed time they We're posted on the
bank steps on the lookout for their new
found friend.
Hes coming" whispered Joe.
OF course hes coming. You goose,
she laughed But Joe knew by her tone
that she was relieved.
empty handed, as you see, laughed
Durham. But here, let us turn the
corner on to this quiet street. What |
have to tell YOU will take but a few
moments, and am rather pressed for
time. | sold the cutoff to the company
and the manager is so much interested
in Joe here that he wants him to call
on him at the works Thinks he could
find use for him all the year round.
Here's his card. Good pay, too. | be
lieve that's all.
Did you say you sold the cutoff"
1t was the girl who asked the question,
and her voice was faint.
Joe's eyes were fixed on Durham be-
seechingiy.
The amateur promoter laughed.
Here is where | get my pay" he
cried.
He drew slip of paper from his
pocket. 1t was a certified check.
with the compliments of the bunco-
man. he said, and handed it it to the
girl.
TWENTY-FIVE hundred"' she gasped,
and then Joe snatched the precious
slip away.
The girl put out her hand. Her eyes
We're swimming.
You don't know what this means to
Joe and me-" she softly said.
Il know it means a lot of choice salts
faction to me- said Durham merrily
as he pressed the girls hand.
And how much do we owe you:'
asked Joe, a little hoarselv
Durham still looked at the girl.
Just an invitation to the wedding"
he laughingly replied. ''Good-by.'
And he was Cleveland Plain
Dealer
For Over Sixty Years