The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1903-02-03

CHAIR
wright die-as is the duty Of a poor
man with pretty wife-I couldn't fan
cy Mrs. Cartwright returning to fight
the battle over again.
1t Is true that l was puzzled by the
fervency of her prayer for the dishon-
est trustee. though l judged IT was a
part of her fidelity to her husband, q
part of her long resolve never to re-
proach him for their poverty.
He raised her hand to his lips before
| he answered the question which he had
seen in my eyes.
Il suppose he saved my life" said
Cartwright, "and that is why Marjory
blesses him. May heaven bless herl
| was a wild boy, Mr.. Cameron. My
father always gave me plenty of mon
| ey, and went the pace as the phrase
| is"
HE was not so bad, I guess" said
| Marjory, with a hand upon his head,
| where / observed that the dark brown
hair was thin at the back of the crown
Let my bald spot be the witness to
my crimes" said he. reading my eye
II
| years than 1t Is now, and a fellow
doesn't get such an ornament for moth
ing. Late hours. champagne, bad to-
bacco in sitting cafes under the glare
of lights. Yes, yes; it is a blessing
| that my trustee became a thief before
had time to become anything worse
myself.
Il was beginning to feel the strain
Ny pet doctor pointed out an open
grave to me every time | went to see
him, and finally he drove me up into
the woods for a little rest. He did 1t
by promising that the relaxation would
give me life for a year and perhaps two
of the fun that was having"
Fun echoed Mrs. Cartwright.
Upon my SOUL" said her husband,
''it was the emptiest, painfulest, most
sodden. wretched and hopeless exist
ence ever suffered by a mortal crea-
ture But didn't know it then. Well.
came up into the Adirondacks with
half dozen other profligates before
whom the grave also yawned, and we
endeavored to restore our health by
sitting all day and night I'm the room of
| a little hotel a few miles from here
drinking bad liquor and playing cards
for money. | remember that the luck
was dead against me all the time-the
worst run I ever had. Indeed, about
the third day | sent a hurry call to my
trustee for funds. But. Mr.. Cameron.
at the very moment when I was writ
ing to him he was a bankrupt and
twenty-four hours later he was on his
secret way to South America, or some
say to China, with the wreck of his
dishonesty. Heaven forgive and bless
himi 1t was the beginning Of a new
life to me-"
You went back to town and started
over again. | supposeT
81 have never been out of these woods
since then" said Cartwright, except
when took my boy down TO Albany to
school at the beginning of this fall In
the old DAYS when that thunderbolt hit
me I went to bed. believing that the
grave which my doctor had pointed out
to me was my only refuge and wishing
TO encourage il TO yawn as hard and
fast as possible. Presently my cross
and grabbed old uncle. William Cart
wright. from Brooklyn. appeared upor
the scene and favored me with the de
tails of my ruin. He closed by offering
me q small allowance on the bargain
that would live up here in the woods
for a year or for longer unless my
health should be fully restored.
Il was willing. There was no reason
why should 90 back. But dying isn't
so easy up here. Strangely enough.
acquired an appetite for life. | begar
to go out hunting with guide and sur
prised him-and myself far more--by
developing into first rate shot with 9
rife Before the eud OF that winter
had gained nearly twenty pounds
though you wouldn't call me fat as
stand, and l could eat bear meat right
off the bear.
"Mr. Cameron. I liked the life. I wal