The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-07-04
Copyright. by Mcclure, Philips & Coz

Copyright, by Mcclure, Phillips & Coz
HEN man has battled with poverty all his
life, fearing fought it, feeling for its
A/A skinny throat to throttle it, and yet dreading
Wv all while coming Of the time when it
would gain the mastery and throttle him
when such a that he is rich it
might be imagined receive with
hlarity When Richard Denharn realized that he was
long breath he had running and had won
1t. The brought him had idea he had
told Denham anything novel, He merely happened to say
'sYou rich Denhan, and will never miss it.
Denham had before been called rich man. and up
to that had thought Of himself as wealthy
him, and his visitor de-
parted gratefully leaving the with something to
ponder over He surprised with the suddenness OF
the thing as if some had left him legacy Yet the
Of his accommodating; but his struggle
had been hopeless about It, that
habit all his energies long after the
overcome-just the troops at New Orleans
fought battle not knowing that the over
from such hopelessy family Poverty
inheritance generation generation
nvariabe that father had left to son in
Denham family All had accepted their lot with
until Richard resolved he would at least
have fight for it. And the fight had been Dem
in his office staring at the dngy wall paper SO long
that Rogers the chief clerk put his head in and said in
deferential voice:
Anything tonight, Denhan?"
if that question. in that Tone had not
been asked him every night for years.
whats that? What's that?" he cried.
astonished, well trained to show it.
Anything tonight, Mr.. Denham?"
"Ah, quite No, Rogers, thank you; nothing more
"Good night, Denham'
"Eh? Oh good night Rogers; good night"
Denham
everything appearance to him. He
unheeding the direction. He looked at the
realized might have fine resi-
dence he wanted it. He saw handsome carriages; he too
might The satisfaction these thoughts
produced brief. OF would fine house
elegant invite
with him in the carriage He began to
realize how utterly alone in the world he He had
acquaintance, running ogwh its
ground nothing Of surrounding
He knew in a business of and doubtless
the suburbs somewhere; but he
could take business by the shoulders and to
him. Invite me to your house. I am lonely; i want to
know people
h got IN invitation not know what to
do with himself He familiar with the counting room
its language, but the unexpored
country to him. where unknown tongue spoken On
the road to wealth had missed something, and was
go t. Only before he had
heard of the clerks who did not know he within
earsho alude TO him as the old man He felt as young
he did, but lightly spoken made him
catch breath
AS he walking thru the park and from
the busy streets. he took hat ran fingers
his looking at his hand done
if the like wet paint, had CONNIE off. He
thought girl he who perhaps would have
married her, tempted
But that had always been mistake Of the Denams They
married young, except hinnef deeper
mre poverty pressed rapidly ncreas
The girl had married baker, remembered
Yes, that was long time ago The clerk was not far
wrong whe had Suddenly an
other girl before his mental vision modern girl
different indeed to the one who married the baker
only in wit whom he
speaking terms, and he knew her merely because
light fingers played the business sonata
his office typewriter. Miss
course-aH typewriter girls are-and it generally
derstood in the office that she belonged to family
down in the world Her somewhat indepea-
deepened this conviction the clerks
distance. She sensible girl who realized
typewriter paid better than the piano. and accordingly
experiences fingers
srument Richard Denhau sat down upon a park bench
why not? himself against
that felt the Nevertheless
a desperate resolution.
Next business usual. Letters
g he had anv further commands that nanha hest
offica
for proposal yet he knew he would be at
anywhere In the first had
z plausible calling the young at
the second if he there
he be
nowhere
moment Miss Gale he said at last .1
consult you about matter-about bushes.
matter.
Miss Gale seated herself and automatically placed
shorthand writing pad ready to take down hi
She looked thin expectantly Denhann
IN embarrassed mai fingers his