Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-06-22


ing. gambling of any kind, is bound to
lead you, sooner or later, towel. worse.
And if you've got anything of a future
to look forward to, it won't help that
hope"
Harry Spencer nodded.
I've got future to look to- he said,
after a short pause. IL hope to bring
my wife out here soon. We hope to be
married next year."
'Ahl Then let that thought keep you
straight. Let me tell you a story. It's
truth-the story of my own life, indeed
There was momentary silence, and
then for the second time Enderby told
the story of his downfall and disgrace,
as he had told it on that never-to- be for.
gotten summer evening in the hay loft in
far away England.
you got away?" Spencer asked, when
Enderby finished.
Yes" A light came into his eyes. "Tll
tell you that, too-what / never told an
other living soul, but-Good heavensl /
have it. Your voice! l heard it that
very day."
He stared for minute at Spencer.
DO you know q place not ten miles
from the sea in South Devon where the
moor ends, and a village lies hidden in
trees and hayfelds? think they call it
Little Cranleigh?"
Harry Spencer started from his chair
"Why, man, it's my home, he STAN
mered; my governors the parson there.
You don't mean to say you know it ?"
Listen. | got await was a hot
August afternoon last year. l crawled
into hayloft in someone's yard and fell
asleep. When / woke up two people were
sitting in the entrance to the loft talking
"a girl and a man. l lay low till the
man went-to join in some children's
game, gathered-then / yentured to oolx
out. The girl saw me. She was more of
an angel than any other woman / ever
met-saye one. She listened to my story,
got me food and drink, promised to help
me. | hid again. She spoke to someone
outside-the man who had been with her.
Later she brought me an old suit of
clothes he had given her. She got me
away in her own pony carriage, and I
escaped in safety to this country But
l heard your voice that day, | am sure.
Anu the name of my deliverer was
Daphne Ward.'
The other uttered cry of amazement
as hundred lights burst upon him. Now
he knew why she had wanted that old
suit.
"Why, man." he said, "Daphne Ward is
my future wife. 1t was my suit she gave
you. l was with her that very day!'
There was a short silence. Then Har-
ry Spencer held out his hand.
We're friends from this onwards," he
said, a little huskily; aren't we, Ender-
by?"
They shook hands silently, and then
Harry left.
Two letters were lying on Harry Spen-
GERS table when he got back to his quar-
tiers. One in Daphne's handwriting
brought the blood to his face. If Ender-
by had not interviewed what might not
his downfall have been? For her dear
sake he would never touch card again
Heaven helping him. He put that letter
aside to enjoy at his leisure, and tore the
other open. Its contents dazed him.
There was no pretense about this letter
from the lawyers in Lincoln's Inn Fields,
who wrote to acquaint him of his uncle's
death, and the fact that the old man had
bequeathed the greater part of his vast
wealth to his beloved nephew. Harry
Spencer. The lawyers further added that
they would be glad to see Mr.. Spencer
when he could make it convenient to
come home, and that it was his uncle's
earnest hope that his heir would reside on
the family estates in Devonshire.
For an instant he could not grasp the
magnitude of these tidings; then his
whole being was filled with thanksgiving.
He could go back to Daphne at once.
Their waiting was nearly over.
Enderby saw him off few days later,
but refused all his pleadings to go back to
England.
My dear fellow, you forget I'm only
an escaped prisoner; but will you tell
Miss Ward that I've kept my promise to
her? She'll know what mean"
Il can tell her more than that. l can
tell her that you saved melody and
soul" said Harry Spencer. Whatever
debt you owed her. Enderby, you've paid
off. Goodbye; we'll meet again some
day, old fellow"
Enderby smiled and watched the train
out of sight. Then he went back to his
lonely, but not unhappy, life. Three
years after Harry Spencer's departure for
England a letter came from him saying
THAT he and his wife were arriving short
ly in that colony on a tour. They both
hoped to meet their old friend Richard
Enderby again, and would be with him
almost as soon as this letter which was
to announce their coming. There was a
postscript that made the mans heart
almost stand still with wonder and joy.
MY wife desires me TO tell you that
her friend, Miss Margaret Penrose, will be
with US. She thinks YOU knew her many
years ago, and may like to renew your
old acquaintance"
Margaret Penrosel Margaret-the
woman he had loved and lost; it was in
credible, impossible, that happiness was
TO come to him ar last-with her. He
had never heard of her; he had imagined
her TO be dead or married-gone out of
his ken altogether. And here-she was
coming TO him. with the woman who had
saved him from despairl
Richard Enderby never knew how he
endured that day and the next. On the
third after his receipt of the letter Harry
Spencer and his wife and friend arrived,
and Enderby almost reluctantly went TO
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