The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1915-10-08

declared Albion. Eaoomiy-
"Oa. yes. YOU have" insisted the
glib and resourceful promoter
there's the stock OF the company"
1T isn't worth its face" began Al
bion.
No. not yet. but IT Win be some
time" declared the optimistic broker.
IF you are willing to put up a con
trolling block OF the stock as collateral
can get you the loan"
60 ahead" acceded Albion, though
not hopefully.
So, following devious ways. the
broker financed the proposition along
until one day the end came. The
people who had loaned the money de-
manded its return, with exorbitant In
terest as due, and threatened to seize
and sell out the cherished life work OF
Albion for a mere song.
I've got to go back homel" de-
clared Albion. I'm half sick. totally
discouraged and almost hopeless OF
raising any more capital How long
have the creditors given us to pay the
amount"
Ten days"
I'll try" said Albion, but weakly
He started for home really i'll and
arrived at the little quiet home town
Frustrated with a dangerous fever
OF what transpired during the next
three weeks Albion Weare knew little,
| and that during brief lucid moments.
In one of these he smiled family as
his nurse gently informed him that
| she had been sent by Miss Tyrell
| Then within an hour Albion was back
in the grasp of the wasting fever,
raving over the lost investment, the
days of grace, the end of which would
see him bereft of his great discovery
At times, however, his delirious
mood grew into soft and tender ap-
peals to the woman to whom he had
never told his love. And in the ad-
joining room Helen Tyrell hid her
blushing face in her hands, and her
breath came quicker, and the swift
tears told OF the deep, heartfelt inter.
est she felt in this lonely man, buff
fetted so cruelty by the adverse tides
of fate.
One evening Miss Tyrell was visited
by stranger. He was the broker
who had vainly awaited the promised
| return OF his client to the city. 1t
was natural that he should tell the
story disclosing the negotiations of
Albion. In the wealthy heiress he
found a willing and sympathetic aud.
itor.
The nurse attending Albion FASTENED
into the sick room one beautiful June
morning at the unexpected call of her
patient. Her face frightened. for III
one glance at the bed she had read
the first tokens of past crisis and
the promise of convalescence in the
wasted face
He was straining his eyes towards
a calendar upon the opposite wall.
He motioned to the nurse weakly
Tell me-" lie spoke hoarsely-"the
the day of the month"
lnnocently she named 1t. A deep
groan burst from the lips OF the sick
man and he fell back Frustrated, with
the words:
Six days too latei have lost
everything" Then he was awake and
sensible for the rest of the day. but
there was set, hopeless expression
to his face that the experienced nurse
did not like to see there When Miss
Tyrell came she told her of the in.
cident In moment Helen read the
situation-and its remedy.
Mr. Weare," she spoke gently. al.
most tenderly, as she approached the
bedside of the. patient
His eager soul In his wasted face
Albion took her hand in a fervent
clasp.
Are you strong enough to hear a
little, very little, about business3'
she Intercepted.
Il have little business left ne
sighed. but gave weak assent to ner
proposition.
And then. she told of the broker
coming to her, of redeeming the stock
Just in time, of her supplying new
capital-and the company was a sue
cess!
You did this all for me-" he choked
out, because"
Because you are my dearest
friend she said, and her eyes were
fond and loving "Oh! why did you
not tell me OF your need for money!
Alas! | can help you no further, for
your discovery has made you very
rich"
What came of 1t all? Greater wealth
for faithful, patient Albion Weare-
the added riches OF the love of a true
woman.
Copyright, 1915. by w. @. Chapman)
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