The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1936-07-31

LHOuSH lie WAS III HIS HUIIlUiS BuoV,
she must recognize the soul Of him,
and seven long years must she fol-
low him over the fiery mountain,
though he might never so much as
turn to look at her once. If she
perseveres through the seven years,
she breaks the spell; he's her prince;
and she has him."
"Does she?" said Agnes.
"She does, through everything" He
repeated:
Screen Bear of Babbletree,
Turn, thou, and look to me:
Seven long years I've followed thee,
Over the fiery mountain"
He had gone. Agnes was lying with
eyes closed on the chaise-longue in her
bedroom, when she heard her sisters
voice. Bee went In first to see her
mother, so Agnes had few minutes
more Of dreamy reverie before her
sister pushed her feet more to the side
and sat down facing her. 1t was six
o'clock.
"Your friend Myrtle's lawyer" said
Bee, seems to have queerly affected
Mother"
what did she say to your
'"That perhaps we'd misunderstood
your murderous little friend Myrtle.
He certainly has done something else
to Mother. too"
"Yes."
"What is 1t, Agnes?"
II think she came to see somewhat
differently why Fathers doing-what
he's probably doing, Bee"
The dark head, covered by its smart
little toque. looked away. CAN right,
IL he helped her.
The Dark One wandered to the
window.
"Who's that? Jeb?"
might be-" said Agnes, sitting up.
Jeb had had an exceptionally prof.
liable day; and on no day, within re-
cent memory, had business been bad.
The market for stocks-rails, indus
trial, utilities, oils, amusements-was
soaring. Today 1t had been almost
runaway.
Bankers, merchants, clerks, BARRIERS.
bootblacks, shopgirls, dentists assist
ants, hair-dressers, manicurists, ele-
vator boys, sereet-sweepers - every
body young or old, enlightened or H.
literate, capable or stupid, with mil
lions or with scraped-up dollar or
two, was playing the market And
whatever their state Of mind, or of
body or soul, they were all making
money.
Jeb was exultant He had never
been so right. He had made money
not only for himself but every client
for whom he traded and whom he ad-
vised. He had lived in a chorus Of
acclaim and gain all day.
He ran halfway upstairs to meet Ag-
mes coming down.
"Glen, what a day! We can do any
thing we llke-anything, when you say
the word !" He caught her up on the
landing. "Now you'll say 1T Why
not? Oh. you little fool, why not?
That damned triall Wen marry
and come back for 1t. Or I'll get you
out Of it!''
you can't, Jeb."
"Was that Irish shyster here?"
"Jebi"
Ibid you see the papers this after
noon? I've left them in the car. ="
They were downstairs together.
"Sweet scented situation O'Mara's
trying to profit on. Lorrie, 1t seems,
was insured for two hundred thou
sand dollars-fifty of which he had
left in the name of his first wife as
beneficiary; but dear little Myrtle had
seen that he had her written in as
beneficiary for one hundred and fifty
thousand.
1.-THE companies paid today the fifty
thousand to the first wife whom he
divorced; but they're holding up pay
ment of the hundred and fifty to sweet
little Myrtle. If she's cleared. by
O'Mara, Myrtle gets the hundred and
fifty thousand insurance as an ad-
ditional reward for the shooting"