The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1923-09-21
Something TO
Live For
: 49, ~ - - = - - - ~~~~~ANN~
BY ANTHONY REIMERT


UXXTHAT do you thinks the mat
ter with him? He can't die
happy till he's read his obituary no
tice in the papers"
poor Dad, he's troubled over his
pastl'
Vanity" thought the doctor, but
said nothing. That's q thing no man
can do" he remarked presently.
Old Cyrus Hamp lay dying. Cyrus
was millionaire, and the most no.
torious miser in Wall street. Also re
nowned for his shrewd, merciless
strokes. Many suicide lay to his dis
credit. Cyrus was a man who would
have taken up widows mortgage
and then cut her throat }into the bar
gain.
Nobody could be expected 10 be
sorry that old Cyrus was passing out
at eighty-f1ve. The old man had simply
been growing weaker day after day.
And now this extraordinary craze pos-
sessed him.
TITS on his mind" said the daugh-
ter. He can't die easily until he's
seen it. Couldn't-couldn't something
be done, Uncle Fred?"
What sort of thing, my dear7"
"Why-couldn't we print one copy
of paper or something, giving him q
column of eulogistic, glowing bio
graphy. It's his sins that are troubling
him.
This was not very daughterly, but
then Cyrus was Cyrus.
ut isn't his sins, it's the fear of
being unfavorably commented on after
his DEATH" thought Uncle Fred. "Weli,
my dear, 1t might be done, but it's 60
ing to cost an Everlasting sum of
money to fake an entire issue of u
newspaper" he answered.
But We ought to do 1t for fathers
sake" said Mildred. "You have d
printing plant, Uncle Fred; that's
what | was thinking of. You could
print fake copy of the paper"
I'll see what can be DONE" Uncle
Fred replied.
1t was all arranged that night, and
Uncle Fred put all his hands to work
taking newspaper. 1t was d fairly
good fake, and likely enough to pass
muster with Cyrus. And the next
morning the doctor, the daughter, snd
Uncle Fred brought it into the room.
We've worked it, father" said Mil
dred. Doctor Johnson gave out a re-
pert of your death to the press yes
to-day evening. But you must hurry
- and get well, because It will have
e be contradicted today"
Hurrumph l. grunted the.pld.miser.
: lift me up In bed and ienimH read
Z.
They placed the newspaper in his
iands, adjusted the light, put Oh his
and left him. Cyrus fei0
sc WY and painfully.
It certainly was "a eulogy. Not ID
rord about the ora miser's peculiaris
les. Not word about his heartless
7. EQUATIONS In the Street.
Our esteemed fellow Citizens Cyrus
lad, passed away painlessiy In his
leep late yesterday afternoon. The
nd while not unexpected, will come
IS a profound shock to the community
il which Mr.. Ramps labors were ex-
ended over period of more than
generation.
Mr.; Hamp was well-knownsdgure
Z Wall Street and at his countryplace
IA Long island. He was quite a char
cter in his way. Beneath an exterior
ugged and austere makeup he had The
nipple heart of child"
"Hurrumph !" said Cyrus Hamp,
His deeds Of benevolence, though
ways done under the mask Of
ecrecy. were an open secret. The
miles on children's faces rippled into
Apply laughter as he approached to
at them on the head. Many a man
nd woman alive today can testify 10
yrus Ramps goodness, to his simple,
nobtrusive virtues both AS citizen
nd man."
"HurrumphI" said Cyrus Hamp.
The community will be the worse
4 for the passing Of such a man.
here are few eyes that will not be-
Im1aer today when they read of the
cath OF this great acknowledgements
finance"
"Hur-rr-rr-rumnr" yelled Cyrus
amp, letting the paper fall.
And so loudly did he yell thar Nh.
ed. the doctor, and Uncle Fred, VINO
ID been waiting outside. flushed In.
oh, father, what's the, matterY
That-that notice n Cyrus gasped.
le-n,e who skfny4sd 'ern siiye and
NJ their scaIps. up In my vineyardf
, the sccdn@4 Of widders and or.
us me %ne's got more suicides to
cre,las shan any bloodsucker In the
i Mel To write that notice cf
~ The fellow that wrote that
pors got to be bounded to his sraxey
i I'm going to live to do II N