Yellowstone monitor. [volume] (Glendive, Mont.) 1905-1928, 1908-09-17


papers In his usual unobtrusive silence,
effacing himself from the general talk
~'You were telling me about Cynthis' s
father" said Dallas.
"Oh, yes" said Mrs. Bennett, taking
up the thread of her tale. "He was
looked on as one of the most honorable
bankers in the city. And so he was
until his misfortune"
misfortune"
"More misfortune thari crime. His
wife was girlhood friend of mine. so
perhaps l am prejudiced in his favor.
A famous fnancier-a dear friend OF
his-induced him to make a very large
loan that proved to be a mistake. He
went to the fnancier for advice as to
how to recoup the loss. The fnancier
told him of an investment by which
he could get all the money back with
out any risk and could make good the
| loan. Mr.. Garrison took his advice,
! used the banks funds for the purpose
And-the investment proved worthless
| The bank was insolvent Mr.. Garrison
shot himself"
Horrible! Horriblew murmured
| Dallas.
"The horrible part of the whole story
came out later" said Alwyn Bennett
at seems the financier had deliberately
ruined Mr.. Garrison and was on the
other side of the deal by which the
banks funds were lost In other
words, he persuaded his friend to put
money in what he knew was a losing
venture then took that money himself"
''He did it willfully," chimed in Mrs.
Bennett, knowing his friend would be
ruined and that the banks money
which he lured Mr.. Garrison into in
vesting was going to swell his own III
gotten fortune"
81 did not think any one lived who
could do such things" shuddered Dal
las. "Poor Cynthiaw
Cynthia suffered least of ALL" said
Mrs. Bennett "She was little more
than q child at the time. Her mother
died of grief, and her brother-a prom
Using, clever young fellow just enter
ing college disappeared"
Deserted Cynthia?"
"Not so bad as that. He probably
went away sooner than face his ia
theirs disgrace and began life some
where far from home. That was nine
years ago, yet ever since then he sends
Cynthia little money every month
not much, but no doubt all he can
scrape together above his bare living
expenses. She has tried in every way
to get in touch with him, but she can't
locate him anywhere. There is no
clew except that monthly money order.
I never knew him very well-in fact,
only saw him once or twice-but I've
heard he was fine, manly boy. The
shock must have been worst of all on
him."
$50 man lost his good name and
his life, his wife died, his sons life
was wrecked and his daughter impov-
erished,' unused Dallas, land all that
fnancier might grow little richer.
can't believe itr'
A little ashamed of displaying such
vehemence in the presence of one of
her uncle's dependents, the girl glanced
toward the table. But the secretary
had gone.
"My husband prattled Mrs. Bennett
complacently, always said that the
men who rose highest in the money
world reached their lofty places over
the despoiled bodies Of hundreds of
victims. Thank God, my boy has no
81 Al -
My husband was one man in a mill
lion-the soul OF honor both in BUSH
ness and in private life You've read
Of his splendid civil war record TheE
he went into business as contractor
and engineer and earned a fortune, |
every dollar of which was honest.
That's something to be proud of in
these money loving times"
tWhat was the name of the fnancier |
who ruined Mr.. Garrison?" asked Dali |
las, still haunted by the narrative she |
had just heard.
"No one knows. It was suppressed /
at the time The facts in the written
confession left by Mr.. Garrison be- /
came public property; but, through po-
litical influence, the name of the man
for the tragedy was sup
pressed. Here I sit chatting on dole
full topics, while those two young peo-
pie are running all over the place IN
Excuse me, won't you,
and I'll look them upp
She smiled at Alwyn as she left the
room, and his answering smile showed
how fully he understood and appre-
ciated her motive In leaving him alone
with Dallas Wainwright Perhaps Dali
las, too, understood, for she made as
though to follow Mrs Bennett out into
he lawn. But Alwyn stepped between
her and the window.
Don't go just yet" he begged. "I'ye
10 much to talk over with you. When
hey came in we were speaking of that
about Gibbs and yourself
You don't love him, do you, Dallas?
Tell me you don'tr'
What right have you to ask me such
/ question p
'Only the right that my love for you