Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1904-09-28

Ill UuSys very UuSy. ne was d.
ways busy He made special
ty Of hard work. No doubt he carried
the fad too far. His complexion had
fost its ruddy glow, his muscles were
Telaxing. But he worked on.
The fact is, he was determined to
succeed. He wanted fame and he
wanted money. He wanted fame for
dtself, and he wanted money because it
meant power. 1t meant something else
to him-at least he hoped it did
something SO far away that it made
him gasp to think that he could ever
stretch out his arms for it.
John Hammond often said to him
John Hammond was his partner and
very good friend
"Jim Warwick, you're putting too
much fuel into your firebox. You'll
have nothing to fall back upon when
you need a little reserve force. Slack
up. my boy, and take things easier.
We are doing well enough. This is a
rising firm. We are going to climb
all right and there's no use taking any
short cut to the summit. Put on the
brakes, my lad"
SO spoke John Hammond, three-and-
thirty, to James Warwick, nine-and-
twenty. 1t was the voice of expert
ence and the voice of wisdom, but
James Warwick wasn't ready to heed
At.
Once In a while John Hammond
drew him into society, pleasant little
card parties, theater party once, and
once asdance. John Hammonds wife
liked Jim-eyerybody liked him, for
that matter-there hadn't been more
popular man at college-and she de-
vOutly wished that he would encounter
some charming girl, who would lure
him away from that Uttered desk for
a reasonable portion of the time.
There was such girl, but Anna
Hammond, for all her cleverness,
never dreamed of her identity. And
Jim Warwick scarcely dared to dream
it either.
Jim was alone in the office this Jan
'uary afternoon. Hammond's wife had
called for him and he had gone away
with her. She had put her bright face
for moment in the doorway.
"All work and no play makes Jim
a dull boy" she cried. II want you
to come to dinner Sunday, and you are
going with us to the theater next week.
GOod-by."
And Jim, looking after her, felt that
+ Hammond was very lucky man..
Presently he pushed the papers back
and lifted his head with little sigh.
He even leaned back and pushed his
hand through his thick hair. He felt
q sudden impulse to grab his hat and
cun away. Was the game worth the
candle?
He put his teeth together with q
sharp click and seized his pencil again.
Lady wants to see you, sir"
1t was the voice of the Office boy
I'm the doorway.
"Tell her Mr.. Hammond is out"
asked for you, sir"
Warwick frOwned.
'I'm very busy" He looked around.
"'Are you sure she asked for me?"
"Sure. She said, want to see Mr.
Warwick"
Jim leaned over his papers again.
"Show her in" he said.
He did not hear the light football as
the visitor entered. He was not aware
of her presence until her pleasant voice
electrified him.
"Good afternoon, Mr.. Warwick"
He turned sharply and arose. A
dull red suddenly surged to his cheeks.
"Miss Ormsby," he stammered.
She put out her slim hand, and he
took it timidly.
"How do you do, Mr.. WarwickY
'Thank you," he replied, Il am
quite we'll"
She looked at him critically.
"Are you sure| she asked. II
fancy have seen you when you looked
Aess tired"
IL am quite WELL" he repeated. He
WIS Sllll uttAcO w ACA ouuuci APPEAR
ance. "Will you take chair?'
Eyes, thank YOU" she answered.
"Do interrupt you at an inopportune
moment?"
"Not at all" he replied, as he pushed
the papers back.
II warn YOU" she said, that my
business will take a little time.'
II am quite at your SERVICE" War
wick said. He was beginning to feel
more 1T his ease. He knew that he
hadn't appeared ut his best She had
startled him by entering in this unex-
pected manner. He never could have
dreamed that such call was posi-
bic. Yet there she was. almost beside
aim, her fair presence filling tile dingy
room with radiance. There was lit
tie silence.
"This is entirely a confidential mat
ter Mr. Warwick"
He bowed and waited, but she
seemed ut loss for further words.
Yet thc glance from her clear gray