Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-07-27

that John could not see that his fortune
waited for him at home, lay hidden In
the rich depths of the soil What could
the city hold for a man trained by
inheritance and upbringing to but one
calling? ..a..'...
Came sunny day in late March when
Sara cast n bombshell at the feet OF
the aunt with whom she lived.
Aunt Julie" she gave out casually
over her cup Of tea, "I'm going to spend
next week end in the city"
Sara - her aunt's voice was star
tied. "Of all things, Sara"
Yes, that's just what I'm going to
do returned Sara unperturbed. And
furthermore--do you remember those
oil-stock certificates that Cousin Jenny
left me? Well, I'm going to take them
along. Who knows, perhaps they're
not as worthless as i've thought them.
Just suppose--" and her blue eyes
grew dreamy, perhaps they will bring
me my fortune!'
Now It happened that several days
after this conversation there walked
| into the outer Office of Whitby &
Whitby. brokers. shabby looking
youth with tired lines about his eyes
and mouth. A sound of voices from
the inner Office assured him that his
employer was occupied. and sitting
down at dingy desk he rested his head
on his hand while his thoughts travelled
backward over the discouraging months.
Into his meditations crept memories
of home, Of green fields titled by his
father and his grandfather and his
grandfather's father, Of substantial
barns. Of the CHEEKY homely dwelling
And with those visions arose persistent
ly the picture of certain slim, blue
eyed person, the playmate of his boy
hood, whom. in his feverish pursuit Of
fortune, he had all but forgotten. Had
he been a fool to come away and leave
it all--and her? Well, it was too
John Chester sat suddenly upright.
Who in thunder was in the inner office
talking with old Whitby?
yes, I had hoped" went on
plaintive voice that awoke In him a
sudden, tremendous response, ito real
ize something on this stock. You see,
I have a chance to make a splendid in
vestment. / can buy the old Chester
place back home. 1t Is a farm farmed
for generations by men who knew how
to husband the resources of the soil.
But If these certificates are worthless,
as you say"
And then followed the suave tones
of his employer. Just so much waste
paper, my dear young lady. Too bad
A moment later the door opened and
John, risen to his feet. met the level,
blue eye gaze of Sara Cary.
"I-why, why. Sara was all he
managed, Then: "Wait-let me walk
a way with you.'
For several blocks. through the
streaming late afternoon traffic of which
neither was aware, they walked silently.
Sara was the first to speak. John"
she said gently. "the-the bluets are
up in the swamp piece. And Dutch
mems Breeches. Remember how we
used to go after them?'
"Do :" exclaimed John fervently.
Then he turned impulsively. Sara ~
he cried 'I'm-I'm sick of it all
the hurry, the noise, the crowds. I'm
oh, Sara, I'm going back home ~
But not until their very wedding day
did John learn the real secret of Sara's
trip to the city. Il cant bear to
think" he had chanced to say as they
stood for moment side by side on the
clematis draped porch of the old home
stead after a simple ceremony at Sara's
home, 'of you, my darling, travelling
about the city trying to get rid of
worthless oil stock You need hus-
band to keep you from such things"
But Sara threw back her head with
a merry laugh. "Why, John Chester -
she cried gayly. 'of course / knew they
we're no good. Only-well. those GER
titicates furnished me with a proper ex-
cuse for going to the place | had heard
you were employed. You see. it once
/ saw you. l thought, l hoped-I-"
"You did" said her husband and
kissed her tenderly.