University Missourian. [volume] (Columbia, Mo.) 1908-1916, 1915-06-25
ness of a child, the girl asked:

announced, Mr.. Minot?
"Why-er-not to my knowledge,
Minot laughed. "Why?"
II was just wondering-if it mad,
everybody feel queer. The way /
makes me feel. Ever since one o'clocl
i ought never to say tive felt a!
though everything was over. I'v'
seemed old! Old! She clenched he
fists, and spoke almost in terror. :"
don't want to grow old. I'd hate it.
1T was here" said Minot softly
Ponce de Leon sought the fountain
OF youth. When you came up / wa:
pretending the one splashing out there
was that very fountain itself"
IF it only were." the girl cried
"Oh-you could never drag me away
from it. But it isn't. It's supplied by
the San Marco Water Works, and
there's a meter ticking somewhere
I'm sure. And now-Mr. Minot-"
81 know. You mean the thirty
five dollars | paid our driver. 1 wish
you would write me a check. I've a
reason"
THANK you. wanted to-so much.
I'll bring it to you soon"
She was gone. and Minot sat star
ing into the palms, his lips firm, his
hands gripping the arms of his chair
Suddenly, with a determined leap, he
was on his feet.
A moment later he stood at the tel
egraph counter in the lobby, writing
in bold flowing characters a message
for Mr.. John Thacker, on a certain
seventeenth floor, New York
Il resign. Will stay on the job un-
til substitute arrives. but start him
when you get this.
Richard Minot."
The telegram sent, he returned to
his veranda chair to think. Thacker
would be upset. of course But after
all, Thacker's claim on him was not
such that he must wreck his life's hap
piness to serve him. Even Thacker
must see that. And the girl-was she
madly in love with the lean and
aristocratic Harrowby? Not by any
means. to judge from her manner.
Next Tuesday, week. What couldn't
happen in a-Minot stopped. No,
that wouldn't do, either. Even il
substitute arrived, he could hardly
with honor turn about and himself
wreck the hopes of Thacker and
Jephson. He lost, either way. It was
a horrible mix-up. He cursed be-
meath his breath.
The red glow Of a cigar near by
drew closer as the smoker dragged
his chair across the veranda floor.
Minot saw behind the glow the keen
face of a man eager for talk.
Some scene, isn't it?" said the
stranger. sort of makes the musical
look cheap. All it needs
Is seven stately chorus ladies walk
ing out from behind that palm down
to the left. and it would have Broad
way lashed to the mast"
YES" replied Minot absently.
This is the real thing"
"I've been sitting here thinking"
the other went on at doesn't seem to
me this place has been advertised
right. Why, there are hundreds OF
people up north whose windows look
out on sunset over the brewery-peO-
pie with money, toO-who'd take the
first train for here if they realized
the picture we're looking at now. Get
some good hustler to tell 'em about
it" He paused. 81 hate to talk
about myself, but say-ever hear of
Cotrell's Ink Eraser? Nothing ever
written Cotrell can't erase. Will not
soil or scratch the paper. IL the
words Cotrell has erased were put
side by side"
Selling it?" Minot inquired wear
ly.
"No. But | made that eraser. Put
t on every desk between New York
md the rolling Oregon. After that
anded Helot's Bottled Sauces. And
hen Patterson's Lime Juice. Puck