The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-09-16
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"Oh, 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.
mo, not yet, but it will 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
GO 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 it's return, with exorbitant in
terest as due, and threatened to seize
and sell out the cherished life work OF
Albion for a mere song.
1--WE got to go back home!" 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 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 a stranger He was the broker
who had vainly awaited the promised
return Of hts client to the city. It
was natural that he should tell the
story disclosing the negotiations of
Albion. In the wealthy heiress he
found q willing and sympathetic aud.
flor.
The nurse attending Albion fastened
into the sick room one beautiful June
morning at the unexpected call Of her
patient. Her face frightened, for in
one glance at the bed she had read
the first tokens Of past crisis and
the promise Of convalescence In tho
wasted face.
He was straining his eyes towards
a calendar upon the opposite wall.
He motioned to the nurse weakly.
Tell me-" he spoke hoarsely-"ths
the day Of the month"
Innocentiy she named II. A dean
groan burst from the lips of the sick
man and he fell back prostrated, with
the words:
Six days too late! have lost
everything" Then he was awake and
sensible for the rest of the day. but
there was q 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 feryent
clasp.
Are you strong enough to hear a
little. very little, about business?"
she Intercepted.
i have little business left he
sighed. but gave weak assent to ner
proposition.
And then she told of the broker
coming to her, of redeeming the stock
jus. III 'ihe' OF ner 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 we're
iond and loving. oh! why did Won
not tell me of your need for monevp
Alas! l can help you no further for
your discovery has made YOU very
rich
what came Of 1t all? Greater wealth
Tor faithful, patient Albion Weare-
tne added riches of the love of true
woman
copyright 1915, by W. G. Chairman,