The Green Forest tribune., 1914-11-13

thing new in metaphor-the lady as a roof. If you must think of her as 6 regular roof. please shingle her with pearls and jasper with your mental hammer.
 Edgar Walling shook himself as ii to throw of the spell of the sea-
 T must tell you" he said, flor fl cannot matter, now that we know each others hearts.
 T am going away from here," he continued. The city calls we. Though a man of wealth, duty must be served. The cry of love and the sea is sweet. but it is not all of mans life. He must seek his destiny in the marts of the busy world. Keep this till l come to claim life's sweetest boon. It Is not the sparkling solitaire re- quired by cold convention. but gar net, telling of warm affection. Costly as 1t may appear it Is but symbol"
 So with many other sweet words they parted on the starlit beach, each full of thought
 Hardly had Mir Gepfert. the lead ing jeweler of Gasking Beach, un- locked his store the next morning than Miss Kingdom entered to buy a collar-button. That transaction once complete, she seemed suddenly to re- member something.
 By the way, MT. Gepfert," she said, "a lady friend of mine is very envi- ous of this little ring of mine, and she has asked me to find out how much duplicate would cost" Y.
 MT. Gepfert, who had heard the same ingenious things one hundred times a season for twenty years, took the ring to the light, glass in hand. Then he brought it back and laid 1t gently in Arma's hand.
 MT. Schoenberg, three doors away, has plenty of them on his five and ten-cent counter" said Gepfert.
 Miss Kingdom did not go to Schoen- bergs. She went to 8 telephone booth and called up Wildwood cottage, which had been graced by Edgar Wall ing for two weeks.
 Lot five years roll carelessly on, please.
 Edgar Walling stood at the corner of Sixth avenue and Thirty-fourth street, New York. the turn-table of civilization. One stands there and takes hts choice, eastward, the Wal dorf; westward, the Pennsylvania sta ton; to the north the politest of pawn shops, and to the south the McAuley fountain. saving the throat of many strangling in the fervid dawn. You can box the rest of the compass your self.
 So Walling stepped off the turn table, entered cigar store noted fol its excellent telephones and looked up one of the dear friends of the long ago. the kind you look up when hope is being counted out and the ref cree is holding despair of with a feeble hand
 An, there 1t was-Ernest Golan- than! They were classmates at Pack ards.
 Ernest was home. and Ernest would see him. Ernest saw him and would have embraced him, but this Is not a French novel.
 Edgar came to the touching part of his story easily and soon. He needed but temporary loan to tide him over. Two hundred dollars and he would be on his feet in a week
 oh ta{d Edgar's trembling hand.
 Five hundred!" gasped Walling. "Oh, this is too good of you"
 An old pal," said Ernest. Walling murmuring, hurried to the elevator and soon was in the street. Then he groaned. It was 20 minutes of 12 by the clock in the corner drug store-and Saturday. The bank, five or six miles away, would close at noon. He had DO nickel. And then, mtracuieusly, a nickel came along 1t was in the hand of Aggie Hoblitzel, the little daughter of the janitor Walling grabbed the nickel and ran for the subway only a mite faster than Abel Kiviat could have run. To do him credit. he had l never, in all his life, expected to rob | a janitor's child.
 The subway train went fast and true to Wall street. Walling. out oi | breath, soon dashed into the Tararum bank and to the window of its polite and efficient paying teller. The teller scanned the check. Then he reached aside, plucked a rubber stamp which he properly linked and imprinted upon the check He slid the check bach to Walling. The imprint read
 Payment stopped!"
 The interesting part of the story 1, that Rupert Hoblitzel. the obligine janitor of the Woofton. gave his little daughter Aggie near-garnet rinf the night before, completely reconcil ing her to the loss of the nickel.
 T got it off Mrs. Goianthan uI on the ninth floor yet." he told hi wife.
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