Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1914-07-09

resting, trusting root. his is SoLHe-
thing new in metaphor-the lady as a
roof. II you must think of her as a
regular roof, please shingle her with
pearls and jasper with your mental
hammer.
Edgar Walling shook himself as If
to throw Off the spell Of the sea.
81 must tell you" he said, "for 1t
cannot matter, now that We know
each others hearts.
Il 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 1t is not all Of a mans life. He
must seek his destiny in the marts
of the busy world Keep this till |
come to claim life's sweetest boon.
1t is not the sparkling solitaire re-
quired by cold convention, but gar
net. telling of warm affection. Costly
as it may appear it is but a symbol
So with many other sweet words
they parted on the starlit beach. each
full of thought.
Hardly had Mr. Gepfert, the lead
ing jeweler of Gasking Beach, un-
locked his store the next mornng
than Miss Kingdom entered to buy Il
collar.bu button. That transaction once
complete, she seemed suddenly to re-
member something.
by the way, Mr. Gepfert," she said
"a lady friend OF mine is very envi
GUS OF this little ring of mine, and
she has asked me to find out how
much duplicate would cost"
Mr.. 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 1t back and laid 1t
gently in Armas hand.
Mr.. 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 a telephone booth
and called up Wildwood cottage,
which had been graced by Edgar Wall.
ing for two weeks.
Let Ave 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 his 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 for
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 off with a
feeble hand.
Ah, 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
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.
Ernest wrote a check and laid 1t in
Edgar's trembling hand
Five hundred" gasped Walling.
"Oh, this is too good Of you."
IAN old pal" said Ernest
Walling murmuring, hurried to the
elevator and soon was in the street.
Then he groaned. 1t was 20 minutes
OF IL by the clock in the corner drug
store-and Saturday. The bank. five
or six miles away, would close at
noon. He had no nickel.
And then, miraculously. 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
never, in all his life, expected to rob
a janitor's child.
The subway train went fast and
true to Wall street Walling, out OF
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 back
to Walling. The imprint read:
Payment stopped"
The interesting part Of the story is
that Rupert Hoblitzel, the obliging
janitor Of the Woofton, gave his little
daughter Aggie a near-garnet ring
the night before, completely reconcii
ing her to the loss of the nickel,
~ got 1t off Mrs. Golanthan UP
on the ninth floor yet" he told his
wife.
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