New Ulm review., 1912-12-04


wife. a shy, plain little woman, and
her son, to struggle with the problem
| of existence. She must have strug-
gled effectively, for New Chelsea bears
witness that never was recourse had
to it's ready charity. Some credit must
be given to the son who, when public
schooldays were over. bent himself to
blinked uncomprehendingly at the
teasing and pranks OF his former
schoolmates. Slow. patient, unobtru-
sive, Of the sort that despite sundry
time hOnored maxims usually finds
recognition reluctant. he yet won it
quickly
+ When those Of his generation whose
| fathers had been able to provide a
college education returned on the
threshold Of manhood to begin life.
they found Warren Blake already, in
the eyes Of his neighbors, success.
assistant cashier of the bank and own
er of certain small mortgages, but not
at all bOastful over it. He continued,
even when he became cashier. modest
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| model young man. He was literal
| man who took all things seriously, his
| duty to his bank. his treasurership OF
| the Presbyterian church He was
rarely known to laugh
| After thirty-five years acquaintance
| New Chelsea had found no explanation
Of him. 1t was admitted that even
vpN1e H10r 1~ I@xl
for sonorous phrases. had failed with
| his triumph of the commonplace vir-
| tues" And II continued to choose
| Warren Blake as treasurer for those
organizations requiring such an officer.
! executor of it's last wills and tesla
ments and trustee of its estates, OF
! which trusts he always rendered
prompt and exact accounts
And now. all New Chelsea knew, he
and Stephen Hampden were organiz-
ing company of fabulous capitaliza-
t1on to work the coal fields.
One morning in mid July Warren
was as usual at his desk. The day
had already become hot and sitting
The clerks at the counter grumbled
profanely at the rule. promulgated by
Warren, that forbade them to appear
coatless, and glanced enviously through
the plate glass partition at the cashier,
very handsome and cool looking in his
light gray suit, socks and necktie to
match. He was reading, with slow
care that overlooked no syllable, the
papers on the desk. When he had read
| them no a I>r.s, tho7,o IN tx1,r,
tie piles. which. he labeled "Options
Granted and .Options Refused
As this task was completed Stephen
Hampden entered the bank. with a
pleasant nod in reply to the clerks re-
spectful greeting. He made his way
into the cashiers office
| ..Phew.' he whistled, drawing 4
chair up to the desk. IT'S hot day.
isn't it? Have you the options?'
Warren pushed the two piles Of docu-
ments toward him. At one Hampden
merely glanced: the other, .Options
Refused" he opened and read rapidly.
Hmm! All Deer township proper
ties. Why won't they sign?'
They want cash. not stock. for their
] coal
- e
Did you point out to them the pros
pective value of the stock and the me-
cessity Of being all in one company to
! prevent price cutting and the opportu-
nifty to improve the community by
opening up a new business 90
Il did. But we're not trying to I'M
prove the community: we're trying to
make money for ourselves
I'm afraid. Warren. you were the
wrong man to send after those ops
tions.
i was,'' said Warren calmly Il
told you 80 at first. rm9not \ clever
talker."
y don,t Hant tostie uge Anv nlose cash,
|ln this than I hayssto. How woaid ita
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