The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1916-07-20

from His lawyer that the bulk OF his
Investments, placed with . bank, had
been swallowed in q dismal criminal
failure.
A year later he was advised that
IN accidental fire had destroyed the
children's home. When he came to
consider that there were no funds left
to pay Bland his salary, Allen about
decided that the twenty-five thousand
dollar investment was failure.
He had been robbed of the greater
part Of the money he had carried with
him. Then he became acquainted
with an old miner. The latter induced
him to send for money deposited in
reserve at San Francisco. This Allen
invested in the mining proposition-to
lose It.
His partner was an honest, we'll
meaning man, but, with all his mining
experience, his Judgment had been at
fault. The prospect gave good surface
indications, but ran shy as depth was
gradually attained and disappeared
finally entirely.
Wish I'd never tempted you to
throw good money after bad" mourned
the veteran.
Never mind that" responded Allen
cheerily, and he braced, threw out his
chest. breathed deep and swung his
arms with exquisite realization OF ao.
'tual strength. 1.-THE work, the air,
the exposure have made new man Of
me. I've found what went after with
faint heart-health. What is the
money to that? can earn my own
living now. See here, partner, why
not come to the states with me? I'm
going back"
"Any use?" propounded the miner
obviously.
II can't tell. There's the wreck of
fortune. Maybe among the debris
I can find enough salvage to start you
and me in some respectable little bust.
ness. II not. we'll build up from the
ground floor, eh?"
There was something inspiriting IN
the enthusiasm and courage Of the
health-restored young man, and his
partner could not resist the influence
Of his hopeful nature. The nearer
they got to home. the more wildly
there required to the mind OF Allen
the thought Of the young man and
his sister who had taken up his philan.
thropic project. It was at the town Of
Newburg that the children's home had
been located. It was there that Allen
and his companion arrived by train at
dusk one evening.
"Mr. Allen-it can't be possible!"
The words halted Allen. He smiled
down into the face Of his lawyer, who
stood regarding him in wonder. He
had long since given up his client as
dead. He found 1t difficult to believe
that time and labor had made q health
breathing stalwart out Of him.
The lawyer led the new arrivals to
his Office. There was much to learn
and to tell. He had news for his client,
unexpected news, and truly heart glad.
dening.
Everything went, as you know, in
the bank crash" he recited. "The old
house burned down. It was then that
Bland and that sweet sister of his
showed their royal mettle of true
eouls.'
"They are still here, then?" muir.
INJURED Allen.
Here? I should say so! You know,
you gave Bland absolute control of the
charity fund. Well, he has proven him
self wizard. All his thoughts were
CT proving faithful warden of your
interests. It seemed as though he and
his sister had but one motive in life
to make q grand success of the home.
He made an investment in some land.
It doubled in value. It is scarcely
credible. but, diligent, conservative,
tireless, he has quadrupled the original
fund. The home is rebuilt and liberal.
ly financed, and outside of that some
Fifty thousand dollars is in my hands.
credited to your private fortune &C
count. If you want to make these ia.
nous friends of yours, the BANDS,
truly happy, get up and see them as
speedily as you can
Il wonder If she will remember
me?" reflected Allen, as he at once fol.
lowed the lawyers suggestion.
All, she had never forgotten him!
She showed it so manifestly in her
beautiful eyes, that when that first
welcoming interview was over, Edgar
Allen felt that the one woman in the
world who could make him happy was
Violet Bland.
Asking Leave.
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