The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1914-06-04
A Game of Chance.
BY DIR. W. H. WlNSLCW.
CHAPTER XVIII.

sPECIJL ALTON. A FREAK1SH FANCY.
The ladies' continued their specuiatlohs
during several months with varying re-
sults. Some of them were quite sharp
in reading the market; others conferred
with experienced businessmen; conse-
nuently losses were small ana pfonts
fair. Many amateurs were warned OF
danger and saved from disaster When
thew plunged into stocks on their own
iudpment. Ten to twenty years ex-
nerience are necessary to speculate III
stocks properly, and then success does
not always follow.
Alice had an individual bank account
and used her funds with discretion. Her
banker father had no conception OF his
dauphter's hold operations IN the mar
ket. She shorted the market frequently
AGAINST his operations for rise, taking
her cues from table talk between MN
and Jack. Her frequent interviews win
Ned about stocks and things flpened
their attachment to each other, and they
became betrothed without asking any
body's consent. Jack grew suspicious
about their stock talk and qulzzed them
frequently, but he finally concluded 1t
was merely new way of making love
and ne saw no reason to interfere.
Alice had forgotten the doctors KIND
attentions, because, in the rush OF pro-
fessiopal work, he had neglected her.
She wanted a lover at her side to share
her pleasures and to help her plans, not
one who made her wait the Intervals pc
tween discharged patients and hospital
attendance. Therefore, piqued, she WISE
Nv ceased to encourage the doctor, Wno
went the way duty called, feeling little
hurt, but not inconsolabe.
Wendell had rescued Miss Patterson
savings and increased them by operating
for a rise directly contrary to Cutnet,
who favored the bear side. Her hve
Thousand Orc bonds were still missing al
the bank. although she was IN DOUBT
about them because Wendell paid her the
common interest from his own FUNDS. She
was advised and guided by hlri without
being conscious of her subordinatlon.
She talked of profits and was silent
about her losses, as most spectators
do and posed among the habltues OF
the annex as big trader who knew the
game. She gave up her school and be-
came strong and ruddy autoing, playing
golf and indulging in limited round OF
social entertainments. Wendell and she
one afternoon played the nine holes down
70 the little stream, that had been such
a blessing to them the previous year,
and rested upon rustic bench beneath
the fiuttering leaves of the great oak.
Over and his wife had chaffed the play
ers down the hill and sauntered away to
the entrance of the cave, amusing them
selves bv throwing pebbles into the
stream and watching the rushes OF the
fish.
1.-Two wears have PASSED since | met
you with tears in your eyes ana learned
of your ENHANCEMENT in the Cornucopla
swindle. Mary" said Wendell quietly.
Miss Patterson gave little start at
the use of her given name, but replied
pensively, Yes; and how crowded with
bad luck ana good fortune, sorrow and
happiness the months have been. We
should be thankful to the Creator that
we are in good health and able to enjoy
life."
Eyes; but life is a constant warfare
with circumstances, and one cannot say
that the victory is to the most deserving
combatant. l am becoming. tired OF the
struggle and long for rest.
"Why, thought your life was order
ly, successful and happy.
U,
me. social requirements irritate me,
and life in hotel is anything but de-
sirable. Everything in the Dlrlgo is IN
orderly disorder
Il thought the place was desirable
and aristocratlc.
There is a shabby gentility about it
that satisfies the frivolous and the VAN.
The maid borrows my journals and mag
azines, disarranges my papers, upsets
the ink, steals my perfumery, tears the
curtains, mispaces cushions and rugs,
mixes my laundry and forgets to lock
the door. Yesterday, she broke my
meerschaum pipe.
"What a pity! Why does the house
keeper permit such bad servlce?''
"i'm best, if l know. Perhaps, DO
not tip enoug h. My clothes are full OF
rips and rents, and my hose are damned
instead of darned. cannot lind any
woman to mend my clothes, poor and
needy as SO many are. am desperate,
and I've been thinking go
.'Ha, Ha! Poor fellow! You miss your
mothers watchful eyes over your ward
robe and your habltation.
"Yes. | ask your help to smooth the
rough places of life for both of US. l
have loved you almost from the hrst
day we met, Mary. and our long &C
uuaintance has increased my admiration
and affection. You are beautiful and
good, and your dear face reflects the
sterling qualities Of your mind and heart.
Will you be my wife, dearest, and join
me in fighting life's battles?"
Mary's mien changed quickly; her
sweet face beamed with gladness, al
though two tear drops, caused by the
sudden revulsion of feeling, glistened in
her pretty, brown eyes, and Wendell
read her answer. He waited not for
words, but placed his arm around her
and their lips met in thrilling kiss OF
betrothment.
81 will be your wife, Henry, more
kisses" for l love you dearly.-l don't
see how could do without you, now
and | am sure you need me since you
have lost your mothers tender care.
Beloved, let us love one another for
ever"
"Forever," said Wendell fervently, as
he embraced her and kissed her again
and the Dyers appeared from the bushes
along the stream where they had enjoy
ed TIE scenery.
Mrs. Dyer marched right up to Mary,
kissed her and SAID, "1'm so glad"
L L., DO