The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1907-05-09

what Is there for you and me to take
ourselves to task for? We are no
wreckers and none of our dollars is
stained with Frenzied Finance: Ny
father, as you know, despised Reinhartl
and his sort as much as we do. Be
yourself. What does this girl want
you to do? If it is anything in reason,
call it done, for you know there is
nothing won't do for you at the ask
ing"
Bob's hysteria oozed. He dropped
on the rail seat at my side.
Il know it, Jim, know it, and you
must forgive me. The fact is, Beulah
Sands story has aroused lot of
thoughts I have been a-sticking down
cellar late years, for, to tell the truth,
l nave some nasty twinges of con-
science every now and then when 4
get to thinking of this dollar game Of
ours"
saw that the impulsive blood was
fast cooling, and that it would only be
a question of minutes until Bob would
be his clear-headed self.
Nov, what is it she wants YOU to.
do?" I persisted. "Is it a case of
money, of our trying to tide her father
over?"
Nothing of the kind, Jim. You
don't know the proud Virginia blood.
Neither that girl nor her father would
accept money help from any one They
would go to smash and the grave
| first
He paused and then continued i'm
pressively:
'This is how she puts it. She and
her father have raked together her
different legacies and turned them
into cash, matter of 100000, and
| she got him to consent to let her
come up here to see if during the next
| six months she might not, in a few
| desperate plunges in the market, run
it up to enough to at least regain the
| trust funds. Yes, know it is a wild
idea. I told her so at the beginning,
! but there was no need; she knew it,
| for she is not only bright, but she
has the best idea of business I ever.
! knew woman to have. But it is
| their only chance, Jim, and while
! listened to her argument I came
around to her way of thinking
'But how did she happen to come
to you with this extraordinary
scheme?" I interrupted.
tits this Way-her father, who
knew Randolph G Randolph through
your fathers handling of the Sea-
boards affairs, learned of my connec-
ton with the house, and gave her
| letter, asking me to do what I could
to help his daughter carry out her
plans. She wants to get a position
with us, if possible, in some sort of
capacity, secretary, confidential clerk,
or, as she puts it, any sort of place
that will justify her being in the Of
| flee. She tells me she is good at
shorthand, on the machine, or at cor
| respondence, also that she has been
a contributor to the magazines. If
this can be arranged, she says she
will on her own responsibility select
the time and the stock, and hurI the
last of the Sands fortune at the mar
ket, and, Jim, she is game. The blow
seems to have turned this child into
a wonderfully nervy creature, and, old
man, am beginning to have a feeling
that perhaps the cards may come so
she will win the judge out. You and
I know where less than sixty thousand
had been run up to- millions more than
once, and that, too, without the aid
she will have, for I'll surely do all
can to help her steer this last chance
into spongy places"
Bob in his enthusiasm had complete
ly lost sight Of the fact that he was
indorsing a project that but moment
previous he had pronounced insane,
and with a start realized what this
sudden transformation betokened. In
evitably, if the project he outlined
were carried out, Bob and the beauti-
| full southern girl would be thrown into
close association with each other, and
further acquaintance could only deep
en- the startling influence Beulah
Sands had already won over my or
dinarily sane and cool-headed COM
rade. AS I looked at my friend, burn
| ing with an ardor as unaccustomed
as it was impulsive, I felt tug at
my heart-strings at thought of the
sudden cross-roading of his life's high
way. But I, too, was filled with the
glamour of this girls wondrous beau
| ty, and her terrible predicament ap-
pealed to me almost as strongly as it
had to Bob. So, although I knew it
would be fatal to any chance of his
weighing. the matter by common sense
I burst out:
Bob, I don't blame you for falling
in with the girls plans. If I we're
in your shoes I should, too"
Tears came to Bob's eyes as he
grabbed my hand and said:
"Jim, how can ever repay you for
all the good things you have done for
mellow can ~"
It was no time to give way to emo
| tiOnal OutburStS and while Bob was