Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-02-14


at his house tomorrow. After have
had ten minutes walk with him
promise you that the Consolidated
people will make no further attempts
to absorb. But now l must go. Good
night"
Jackson grasped his hand with fer
vor. What night this was!
Going to motor back?" asked Bob
"Yes; prefer my motor car to the
railroad. See you Monday. Good
night"
isn't It like dream?" asked Bob
after the last glimmer of glow from
the cars headlight had vanished down
the road.
Il can't believe it's true"
"He wants to buy half interest in
your business. Did you get that?"
"All I want is enough to pay my
debts"
Bob laughed. Don't tell him that;
he's business mani"
But"
81 think you'd better let me handls
that for you"
will you? Fine!" It suddenly oc-
CURED to him that he must tell hia
friend at once about the Rankin-GerarG
episode, but he did not mean to break
his promise to the ancient bride. Say,
Bob, I've just-I've just had a tele-
phone message from New York. What
do you think has happened?"
go on, tell me-
Mrs. Gerard has denied her engage
ment to me and is going to marry the
earl Of Cortland"
Wallace took this in a gulp of Joy.
Honestly"
II just got the word
"A million congratulations, old pail"
In mad enthusiasm he shook hands
with Broadway. Three cheers for
everybody in the world"
Broadway seized him and, in an ac-
cess of perfect satisfaction with the
way the world was wagging they
danced there in the moonlight.
'The earl of Cortland?" Bob ex-
claimed at length. "NNho the deuce
is he? 1 never heard of him."
/ II have. I've seen him."
"You have? What does he look
like?" ,.s
Broadway paused, as il in thought.
well, he's the very image of-say,
you know my butler?"
| Rankin"
"Yes. Well, he looks just like him.
You'd hardly know them apart"
"You don't say?"
Eyes; wonderful resemblance"
II wonder what became of Rankin ?"
Bob speculated idly. He had liked
Rankin.
| II think he surmised l was going
to locate here and he didn't like the
! town."
Bob nodded. "Gone, is he? Well,
maybe that was it,
The girls caught sight of them as
they approached the house and Clara
ran to them. "Oh, there you are!
! Where's your father, Bob?"
He's gone"
"Oh, l wanted to see him!"
/ You'll see him Monday" He
laughed. Come on. Let's go and get
an orange ice-cream soda"
! "Oh, let's! Come on, JOSIE"
/ We'll be right along" said Broad
way. "You g on ahead"
Josie came down the steps with less
precipitancy than Clara, but she did
not really hesitate. Broadway went
to her with hand outstretched to help
and that peculiarly earnest face he
always wore when thinking deeply,
even of the most delightful subjects.
"Do you care If l call you 'Josie'?"
he inquired. "He calls her Clara and
she calls him Bob"
"Why, that's my name," said she
with the simplicity of the frank coun-
try maiden.
He wasted not moments time.
That's not the reason I'm so anxious
to- he said. 'It's because I'm fond
of you. love you, Josie"
why, how can you Say such a
thingT'
"Oh, know, you heard was en-
gagged, but I'm not" he eagerly ex-
planned. THAT was all joke.
can't explain 1t all now. Will you
marry me, Josie7"
. What"
81 mean It; honestly, do! What
I've needed, all along, was an incen-
tive"
He was very earnest; perhaps he
was not quite aware that he was slip
ping into words which she might pos
stbly remember.
What I've needed all along was an
incentive-somethin to work for.
That's what I've needed all my life.
My--er-grandfather had something
to work for and he handed 1t down to
his children; now want something to
work for, which l can hand down to
our"
why, Mr.. Jones!" He did not even
know that she was blushing. He was
far too much in earnest.
Don't call me Mr.. Jones. You
know what want you to call me. Go
on. Let me hear you say It. as you
used to say it."
"Jackson"
mo; call me Broadway"
why? Do you still love Broad
way?"
Il don't quite know" he answered
as he gently drew her toward him and
then kissed her.
She did not resist or protest
Come on" he presently suggested