Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-10-19
SOME LUCKY HOLIDAYS.
Good investments on Small Expendi.
| tures-Fun thrown in.

Good investments on Small Expendi.
tures-Fun thrown in.
i The average man regards this an
nual holiday as a fatally easy, however
peasant, means OF emptying his purse;
but to a fortunate few the expenditure
proves by far the best investment they
could possibly make, says a writer In
Tit-Bits.
This was the experience a few years
ago Of an acquaintance Of the writer
a youthful junior clerk in a govern
ment Office, who, at the time fortune
smiled so romantically and unexpect-
ly on him, was passing rich" on E SO
a year, and in his most golden dreams
never hoped to enjoy more than four
times this income.
1t was at the popular Lancashire
holiday resort, Morecambe, that for
tune came to him in this fashion. One
morning he was reading his newspa-
per and enjoying his after breakfast
pipe on a seat on the pier, when an
elderly gentleman sat down by his side
and wished him a pleasant good
morning" Conversation naturally
followed, during which the old gentle
man asked his young acquaintance If
he would be good enough to read lit
tie Of the mornings news to him, as
he was almost blind and unable to
read himself-a request which was
cheerfully complied with, and very
agreeable hour was passed.
Morning after morning the same
programme was repeated, and when
at last the clerk had to say "good-by,'
he received a cordial invitation from
his old friend to call on him at his
home at Highgate. For two years the
young man was an almost daily visi-
tor, giving up much Of his leisure time
| to reading to Mr.. B, never dream
ing Of any reward for his kindness,
until at last the little romance came to
dramatic conclusion. Mr.. B. died
after short illness, during which his
young friend scarcely left his side;
and he learned, to his amazement,
that Mr.. B had left him his entire
fortune a large estate in the north of
England and an income Of $4,000 a
year.
This story, which is we'll known In
civil service circles, had serious
counterpart only last year. Among
the guests at a Brighton boarding
house were an old lady and a young
city solicitor, who had onI.' been lad
mitted" a few months earlier. The old
lady, who was shabbily dressed and
little eccentric, was either ignored ,r
sighted by her fellowguests, some Of
whom had the bad taste to make fun
Of her behind her back. The only ex-
ception was the young lawyer, who,
touched by her loneliness, paid her
special attention, conversed with her,
and escorted her on her daily walks
until he completely won her heart.
The sequel to this little adventure,
which is known personally to the wri-
ter, astonished no one more than the
hero Of 1t. One day, a few months
later, when his holiday was only a
memory, he was invited to call on a
firm of solicitors in Lincoln's Inn, and
learned that the old lady whom he
had befriended at Brighton had died
from an accident, but not before she
had made a will leaving him legacy
Of 10000, with one-fourth Of which
it was her wish that he should buy a
partnership or a practice, and on con-
dition that he should add her name 20
his own, "in memory Of an old woman
to whom he had been so kind"
But fortune occasionally comes to
the holiday maker in a guise even
more agreeable. In the summer OF
1902, a Cambridge undergraduate was
walking along the seashore between
Ventnor and Shanklin when, on turn
ing the corner of a cliff, he heard cries
Of distress. The cries proceeded from
a lady who was swimming about 100
yards from the shore, and who, una
BILE to make headway against the re-
ceding tide, was in danger OF being
carried out to sea.
Without a moments hesitation he
flung off coat, waistcoat and boots,
plunged into the sea and swan out to
her rescue, bringing her safely to land
in a half -fainting and utterly exhaust
ed condition. The lady he had rescued
proved to be beautiful young girl, the
orphan daughter and heiress Of
wealthy Devonshire landowner. The
acquaintance so romantically begun
ripened into friendship, then into
deep and mutual love, and on the sec
ond anniversary Of their first dramatic
meeting the wedding bells were ring
ing in their honor.
This is but one Of several similar
romances Of recent years in which
summer holiday has proved to be the
portal to both love and riches. But
probably the most remarkable of all
these true stories that have led to for
tune is the following:
A familiar figure at Hastings few
years ago was that Of an eccentric old
gentleman who used to hobble about
on the pier with two sticks. When he
saw a stranger sitting alone he would
sit down beside him and would star
tie him by asking, What are "a times
1862" fixing a pair Of keen black eyes
on him as he awaited the answer. If
this was not forthcoming in a few sec
onds he would hobble away with a
grunt of disgust.
One day, however, he asked the
question of young man who gave the
answer almost as soon as the words
had left his lips. The old man was so
delighted that he struck up friend
ship with the young stranger, who
was a London accountant and a per-
feet magician with figures. For two
years the two strangely contrasted
men, with this common taste for fig
ures, met constantly; and when the
old gentlemen died the young account
ant found himself the richer by e25,-
900 for his promptitude in giving The
product of 81 times 365.