The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1907-07-10

orders to buy attempted to stem the
tide. but all to no purpose. One firm
after another went by the board. un.
able to weather the tempest. until just
before closing time the stock ticker
announced the failure Of the Great
Northwestern Mining company. The
drive In the market had been princi-
pally directed against its securities,
and after vainly endeavoring to check
tie bear raid 1t had been compelled to
declare itself bankrupt. 1t was heav-
lily involved, assets nil, stock almost
worthless. 1t was probable that the
creditors would not see 10 cents on the
dollar. Thousands were ruined, and
Judge Rossmore among them. All the
savings Of llfetime-nearly $55, 1000
were gone. He was practically pennI-
less at a time when he needed money
most. He still owned his house in
Madison avenue, but that would have
to go to settle with his creditors. BY
the time everything was paid there
would only remain enough for a mod
est competence. As to his salary, Of
course he could not touch that so long
as this accusation was hanging over
his head. and If he were impeached 1t
would stop altogether. The salary,
therefore, was not to be counted on.
They must manage as best they could
and live more cheaply, taking a small
house somewhere in the outskirts OF
the city. where he could prepare his
case quietly without attracting atten-
ton.
StOtt thought this was the best thing
they could do. and he volunteered to
relieve his friend by taking on his own
hands all the arrangements Of the sale
Of the house and furniture, which Of
fer the judge accepted only too gladly.
Meantime Mrs. RossmOre went to
Long Island to see what could be had,
md she found at the little village Of
Massapequa just what they were look
ng fora cOmmodious, neatly furnish
ed two story cottage at a modest rent
al OF course 1t was nothing like
what they had been accustomed to,
out it was clean and comfortable, and.
as Mrs. ROssmore said, rather tactIess.
ly, beggars cannot be choosers. Per-
haps it would not be for long. Instant
possession was to be had, so deposit
was paid on the spot, and a few days
later the Rossmores left their mansion
on Madison avenue and took up their
residence in Massapequa, where their
advent created quite a fiuster in local
social circles.
Stott was given room in the cot
tage 50 that lie might be near at hand
to work with the judge In the prepare
ton Of the defense, and he came out
from the city every evening. 1t was
now June. The senate would not take
action until it convened in December.
but there was a lot Of work to be done
and no time to be lost.
The evening following the day Of
their arrival they were sitting on the
porch enjoying the cool evening air aft
er dinner. The judge was smoking.
He was not slave to the weed but he
enjoyed a quiet pipe after meals. claim
ing that it quieted his nerves and en-
abled him to think more clearly. Be
sides, 1t was necessary to keep at bay
the ubiquitous Long Island mosquito
Mrs. ROssmore had remained for a
moment in the dining room to admon-
lsh Eudoxia, their new and only maid
Of all work, not to wreck too much OF
the crOckery when she removed the din
ner dishes. Suddenly StOtt, who was pc
rusing an evening paper, asked:
by the way, where's your daugh-
Terf Does she know of this radical
change in your affairs?"
Judge ROssmore started. By what
mysterious agency had this man pene-
trated his own most intimate thoughts?
He was himself thinking of Shirley
that very moment, and by some mex
plicable means-telepathy modern psy-
biologists called 1.-THE thought cur
rent had crossed 10 Stott, whose mind.
being in full sympathy, was exactly
attuned to receive It. Removing the
pipe from his mouth. the Judge replied:
"Shlrley's in Paris. Poor girl,
hadn't the heart to tell her. She has
no idea Of what's happened I didn't
want TO spoil her holiday"
He was silent for a moment: then
after a few more puffs he added con-
hdentlally in low tone, as IL he did
not care for his wife 10 hear:
"The truth is, Stott, 1 couldn't bear
to have her return now. l couldn't
look my own daughter I'm the face"
A sound as Of a great sob which he
had been unable to control cut short
his speech. His eyes filed with tears.
and he began to smoke furiously, as il
ashamed Of this display of emotion.
Stott, blowing his nose with suspicious
vigOr replied soothingly:
You mustn't talk like that. Every
thing will come out all right of course.
But think you are wrong not to have
told your daughter. Her place is here
at your side. She ought to be told even
If only in justice to her. If you don't
tell her, some one else will or, what's
worse, she'll hear of it through the
"Ah, 1 never thought of thatw ex-