The Washington herald., 1915-10-04


ten by Mabel Herbert Urner.
GsT EAR, this is the sunny side,
ID objected Helen, as Warren
! moved two camp chairs near
the railing.
at won't be when we get started
the boat turns"
Shading her eyes from the glare,
Helen gazed down at the gangplank.
crowded with baggage-laden passen-
| gers. There was a rush for chairs
and places. The upper deck was fill
ing up.
A hoarse blast. shuddering of ma
chinery, and they swung off. Until
Helen only name-thc outlet of the
Great Lakes of her school days. She
remembered the very map in her old
Mitchell's Geography, with the blue
linked river up near the margin.
And this was the ST. Lawrence
this broad stretch of sun-glinted wa
ter. And that was Quebec they were
| leaving--that picturesque old city
with its gray turrets surmounting the
sheer. rocky cliffs.
well, we had three pretty good
days there after ALL" unused Warren,
looking back at the fortress-like cha
| teau. That was a rotten place we
| struck the first night, but we were
mighty comfortable at the Frontenac.
: Here's where we turn. Now along
here we'll get some fine scenery"
With his hat pulled over his eyes,
/ he cerf1oH horl- n watch the den elv
wooded shores, now riotous with Oc-
tober coloring.
1t was an ideal day for a river trip.
The water, rejecting the cloudless
sky, was an indigo blue, frothed into
white caps by the breeze.
"Oh, dear, take a deep BREATH" in
hailed Helen. "This airs wonderful!'
Get that conversation back of
u.s." His tone was guarded. That's
| a promoter trying to rope in that old
couple"
In a swift side glance Helen saw
well-groomed, aggressive-looking
man talking earnestly with typical
old farm couple.
1.-TWO thousand invested now will
nc. ,c-. ;.:st double in two years" in
deep, convincing voice. This is
the last block of stock at fifty cents.
Next month you'd have to pay sew
enty."
Helen could not catch the woman's
mu1nbled answer, but she could see
her bare, work-roughened hands nerv-
ously fumbling with a shabby hand
bag.
"Why, if we didn't want to dis
tribute this stock, l could've sold this
whole block last week to man in
roronto who's worth couple OF
couldn't get but FIVE thousand shares
Pretty raw" muttercd Warren.
You'd think even those hayseeds
wouldn't fall for that"
Dear, what is it," anxiously.
whats he trying to sell?"
"Oh, some gold-brick scheme. He'll
land 'em, too. The old woman has
the money-she's the one he's after.
AS though to escape his importuni--
ties, the woman now rose, smoothed
her black skirt and walked to the
other side Of the boat.
by George. she's his sister. and
l believe the old codger's in the DEAL"
whispered Warren, who could now
hear the two men talking alone:
With cautious carelessness, Helen
moved her chair closer.
Then the house she lives in and
the two thousand-you think that's
all she's got?" The promoters voice
was discreetly lowered.
Ears l know, but she's closed
mouthed-never talks of her affairs.
"Well, the more you can get her
to invest the larger your commission.
If she puts in the two thousand
that means four hundred for you"
"She's pretty set, but Ill try
Sh-sh, here she comes"
"Oh, did you hear that" Helen was
aquiver with indignation. Hes de-
liberately plotting against his sister.
Sure, he's going to get rake OFT.
shrugged Warren. Not as green as
he looks"
"Oh, how awful! Somebody ought
to tell her.
Warren yawned, and took up a
magazine.
But Helen, now thoroughly
aroused, still listened to the murmur--
ed conversation. The glib-tongued
promoter argued with fluent elo-
qucnce.
"Be careful, they'll get on to you"
cautioned Warren sharply, as in the
intensity of her interest she kept look
ing back. -.
"Oh, it makes me wild! If you'd
only take her aside and warn her!
Dear, why couldn't you? Think Of