The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1904-11-15
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Here are the papers. papa dear
And here are cigars and matches
found your glasses on the writing
desk. You are careless as ever. papa
dear Isn't it nice to have. some one
who knows just what you wish and
where to find ito"
1t is, Jessie. my petl" And Gen.
eral Garden placed his arm around his
daughters waist, drew her fair face
down to his and kissed her fondly.
4 shall not let you read all the
evening, papa, because l have so many
things TO tell you" said Jessie,
smoothing back the scart gray locks.
They were in the oozy drawing
room Of Mr. Bishops New York resi-
dence.
1T is remarkable how easily a new
concern can establish itself in Wall
Street" said General Garden, laying
aside his paper and slowly wiping his
glasses. Jessie raised her eyes with
dutiful interest. 1T was not so in the
old conservative days. It then took
years to establish standing and credit.
Now an unknown man can come out
from the West and have the Street
by the ears in thirty days. For ex-
ample take this man Blake, who has
established the firm of Blake & Com
pany. He suddenly appeared here
from San Francisco and conducted a
campaign which swept two old estab-
lished houses OF their feet. His
profits were estimated at millions.
Since then we have heard of nothing
but the doings of James Blake. Here
is an article" continued General Car
den, picking up a paper, which gives
an account of a conference between
this upstart and the Secretary of the
Treasury of the United States. They
say Blake is only twenty-seven years /
old. Jessie, my dear, it is a great /
thing to be born fortunate. You were I
not wise, darling. in your selection of /
a father" General Garden smiled
sadly.
I've the best and dearest father in
the world!" exclaimed Jessie. placing
her hand in his. But I'm not going to
let him read the papers any more this
evening. Let's forget all about the
old stocks and the wonderful Mr..
Blake. and talk of those we know.
Papa. dear, wish to ask you ques-
ton"
What is it, my pet? They say that
must not ask questions"
Has anything been heard of John
Burt? III thought perhaps Mr.. Nor
ris would know as soon as any one"
General Gardens lips tightened.
He pulled nervously at his beard, and
he military mOustache bristled ag-
Answer me, papa. have a right
o know this"
There was a flash in the tender
yes and warning curve in the pret-
y lips. The crimson left her cheek
md she looked frankly into her
athers face. There is in innocence
he bravery of truth and the calm
nodesty of virtue General Garden
vas disarmed.
Nothing has been heard from Mr.
BURT so far as | can learn, Jessie" he s
aid. Possibly his grandfather may
ave news. am reasonably sure Mr..
Iorris has none. Let us talk of some
hing else, Jessie" h
The door opened and Mrs. Bishop c
ntered. Z
Here is your evening mail, Mar s
hall" she said, handing her brother b
number of letters. And here is a O
'tter for you, Jessie" {,
Jessie opened and read a note from p
rthur Morris. 1t congratulated her is
4 a safe return from abroad, and e
osed by asking permission to call n
/ the first evening which would suit K
IT convenience. The letter lay idly a
her hand, and ner thoughts were al
r away when the general uttered b,
i exclamation. hi
"A most astounding coincidence HI
eally, this is quite remarkable" II
What has happened, papa?" e
Ito be continusd)