Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1922-08-23
When Trouble
Comes
BY ELLA SAUNDERS
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Copyright, 1898, Western Newspaper Uni,

Sawyer was ruined. The combine
'that he had hoped 10 smash had
smashed him beyond repair. He had
hung up the telephone In his office
for the last time
Mechanically he put on his hat and
won't out. Everybody knew, The clerks
and typists had received their two
weeks pay In advance, with notice.
There was subtle change In their
demeanor. They no longer bent over
| their work when Sawyer passed. They
were gossiping insolently about him.
The office boy forgot to open the door.
Why should he7 Ee was no longer In
Sawyer's employment.
The negro elevator boy grInned at
Sawyer when he took him down. Saw
yer was finished. There was prob
ably no last tip In Sawyer's pocket
for him. There wasn't. Sawyer passed
out into the hall.
His eyes lit up as beautiful, fash
ionably dressed lady came toward him.
This was Miss Eaton-a very intimate
| friend, perhaps his most intimate.
There was strange look on her face.
"What's this hear about you, Jim?"
| she asked.
TITS true, whatever you've heard,
Helen,' Sawyer answered. "I'm blown
up, finished"
She stared at him incredulously.
! "And what are you going to do about
me7" she asked
Sawyer drew her into IN alcove,
| frs,Y1 {c{n
Helen, I've five thousand left" he
said. II might raise five thousand
more. VIII you come away with no
to that little paradise Of an isle we've
spoken n$hfT'
Miss Eaton tossed her head con-
temptuously. "Well, guess not I" she
answered. mo love In a tropical cot
tage for mine, thanksi"
And Sawyer quailed before her con-
tempt. This struck him more bitterly
than anything in the world.
"What are you going to do for me7'
Miss Eaton continued. "How's my al
lowance going onT
Sawyer turned on her f1ercely. ut
fsntl" he answered. "You've swaI-
lowed every penny Of mine you're go
ing to have"
She began pleading, threatening.
Sawyer cast her off with contempt.
She flung vicious phrase at him and
passed out Of the building.
Sawyer went to the telephone booth
and called up his wife's lawyers. "Tell
Mrs. Sawyer that her suit will not be
contested" he said. 'SThis is James
Sawyer speaking"
he went home to his lonely apart
ment 1t was three months since his
wife had found out about Miss Eaton
and left him. But Miss Haton was
only the last Of q long series Of loves.
Sawyer sat down and began thinking.
He had been married eighteen years.
At first he and Marian had loved each
other, but that was when he was O
fifteen-dollar> clerk and they had a
three-room apartment uptown. Those
days seemed very fair to look back
upon now. He had been happier with
her there than at any time afterward
when they lived In luxury. They had
been so fond Of Tom, their only child
Tom who had turned out bad and
disappeared years before.
That had severed the last bond be.
tween them. Sawyer had been sur
prised when Marian left him. He had
not thought that she would mind about
Miss Eaton. He had even thought she
had known. But what n fool a man
was to follow false lures
He sat alone In his study" The
servants were expecting notice, there
was only the man and man relation.
ship between them now. He had al
ways known there was hate beneath
the mans smooth exterior.
Well, there was only ono thing for
1t. man could not live alone, and
Sawyer had not even a dog. He opened
little drawer in his desk, took out
something shining-some one was III
the hall. He replaced 1t hastily. The
door opened. Marian stood In the
room. She came forward. "You're
ruined, Jim?"
"That's right, Marian. I've told
Heath & Hodges not to contest
your suit. I'm sorry It'll have to 20
so hard with YOU"
Marian came slowly toward him.
Her lips trembled.
"And live told Heath & Hodges
mot to proceed she said. ooh, my
dear, my DEAR let me comfort you 70
She kneeled at his side. "Ict US
forgive each other" she whispered.
"When trouble comes whom should I
stand by but you? I've failed, too,
failed you In my love. We've got what
we deserved, Do YOU. remember the