The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-08-26
THE FARMER: AUGUST 26, 1909

| Of paper on which were some child ish writing and some crude sketches | of ducks and houses. He, the man whom the world called an adventurer. child better that his life. I took the paper, and looked at it, remarking that she must be getting on well.
 sharp as needle, and she grows pret- tier every day. The good people keep her very nicely dressed. but of course they're well paid for it."
 Thanks to you, Granny" re- marked. Her existence is one of your | secrets, isn't it?''
 'fYes," he said in low voice. 'tNo- body knows the real truth, only you, | told you-how, late one winters night, while I was going along Holborn I met a poor shivering woman, thinly clad, and so i'll with rheumatism that the other. Her face was wan and pinched, and she wore a dark gray summer dress although it was mid winter. By the hand she led a tiny on my way back to the Cecil the wom- an held out her hand, offering me matches, but saying no word. brush ed past her. but as I did so a look child caused me to halt and turn back. We'll didn't buy the matches, but I gave the woman a sovereign. She almost collapsed with thankful They had not tasted meat for a l month, for she was a widow and too i'll to work. And to cut a long story | short, I gave the poor woman from legs again. Two months went past, and she had already obtained work, and was again earning her living, | when she was suddenly taken i'll, and dind hnf txr l., tie Gertie was left alone-and so | adopted her and she is mine.'' "A strange and pathetic meeting.'' said, with a sigh. Surely no man Granville Coughs heart was such deep sympathy for the poor and afflicted. Had not known the truth I myself | should have secuted the idea. ''You ] love the child. I know.''
 Love her?'' he echoed, turning in his chair. "She's all the world to me, Phil. tell you that always thank Providence for giving me the money
 I've invested for her. She will never want again."
 "And while you are hard up like this she has every luxury!'
 What does it matter?" he laughed row for myself. Never have done it in all my life" You're too generous to your friends" declared, recollecting the IldHy OpennanQeQ act1OlS which l had known him perfom.
 Well" he said I'm fast coming to the conclusion, that the more one helps ones friends the less one is thought of. Why, the very men whom I've been able to tide over a crisis are those who have afterward been my worst enemies! And when a man like myself has an enemy it's a seri- ous matter, can tell you. One word against me has often been the means of preventing me from bringing off a lucrative stroke of business One case I recol1ect especially. I was in Athens. selling to the Greek govern ment two torpedo boat destroyers
 built in Italy. Pauletti's of Genoa had given them into my hands to sell at a big commission. I had worked all my cards with the Greeks-back- sheesh, etc-and was just on the point of getting the purchase signed when there sprang up in Athens man who was one of my worst enemies even though I had once saved him from arrest in Vienna This gentle man-he was German, by the way wrote to the Greek minister of marine denouncing me as a chevalier d'in- dustrie. The result was that I was compelled to pack my traps and take the boat back to Brindisi.''
 To be Continued.)