The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-06-08
DAILY SHORT STORY

I He'd be satisfied to let you marry
If you owned the storer'
Yes. and that's just some moro o.
his meanness," returned Silas. He
thinks it's impossible for me to buy 1t
or he wouldn't say SO. All / got's five
hundred dollars. Briggs wants two
| thousand. I'm goin' down to New
York to see If 1 can't raise it. I've
| heard of money being made pretty
quick on Wall street
They'd get your hay in about
twenty minutes on Vail street." re-
sponded Davidson decisiveIy; Il know.
because that's where I hang out But
see here, Ashlar. I've got a little
sporting blood in my veins, and I've
been under dog myself Suppose I
help you down this to'-penny banker?
Say. II you only would!'
Every we'll. Let's have your five
hundred. There's something on for to-
morrow, and maybe I can clean up
your little pile for you during the
excitement. Are you willing to trust
me and take the chance?"
Ashlar's answer was to Draw, with
trembling fingers. a bulky envelope from
an inner pocket and pass 1t over to the
broker, who tore it open and counted
the contents dexterously. There was
$500 In the package in well-thumbed tens
and twenties.
The broker slowed the money away and
produced a bit Of pasteboard. There's
my address, he said, handing the card
to Ashlar You come to that number
day after tomorrow at 10. and I'll have
some news for YOU"
When at dusk Ashlar. bewildered oy
the appalling noise and confusion of the
big city. adventured from the railway
station into the street. he suddenly felt
that he had done a foolish thing in en-
trusting all his money to a perfect
stranger. But the remembrance Of Dav-
idson's face with its undefnable attrac-
ton treasured him. Il was a darn fool
for ever thinkin' Of this thing" he NUT
tered. They'd surely beat me If
tried speculatin' by myself. I guess
Davidson is square
The New York and Western episode
on. the Stock Exchange next day was
merely a skirmish in the great industrial
warfare which goes on ceaselessly in that
slit in the granite called Wall Street A
few profited: scores were ruined. Be-
retrievably with the stock. Davidson
smelled danger. and had begun to let 60.
His suspicious proved justified. The
story Of the fight for control was q clever
fake which had already caught many
small firms. It developed that the Silvers
and the Hillmans had long since come to
an amicable agreement in regard to the
road.
Then we'fe out about SIS. ooo." said
Lucius Cole. the morning after the
skirmish, as he sat with his partner
in their private office.
about 5000" agreed Davidson, land
IL hadn't got wise until q half hour
later. we'd been down and out today"
clerk ushered In Silas Ashlar. The
country youth was hagEard with anxiety.
THE morning paper says We were hit
hard" he began. My money
"Your moneys all right" interrupted
Davidson. IT had your little old 5000
salted before the balloon ascension.
Here's your check" He handed Ashlar
a slip Of paper.
Silas. for q few moments. was daxed
by the good news. Then he began to
Btammer his thanks, but Davidson waved
them aside. mot word. now. SilaA I
want Just two promises of you: That
you'll never monkey with the stock ex-
change again: and that you will 60 home
and FIX up q wedding within two weekn
Do you agreer"
There were tears in the young mans
eyes. III Jennie says the word. wen be !
married inside twenty-four hours. This
my more stock exchange business either, |
TWO days. God bless you. Mr.. Davidson. |
Il you ever come to Hebron Valley. Tn !,
~ to show how much you've done for |
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