Judge — September 25, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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metas SS ee? ete or ote me ———— ee “Then [ might marry him without it, pap: “And support him—an incompetent—with the money your mother left you!” Moulton turned to the door, angry. “Listen, papa!” The girl was overwrought I'm all you have! And [ want you to be good to me Moult med still angry as he disappeared, but he « not forget this appeal. Billy Edwards came to see her the next evening. She told him all that happened “T've noticed that your father has been rather cool lately said Billy. “He has probably suspected that we are fond of each other. I wanted to see him tonight to put him to the test. I have a fine new position.” “Splendid!” responded Muriel “T've kept something from you, dear, waitin I told you once that all my father left ime was five thousand dollars. You laughed and said that was about what your father gave you for pin-mon “Yes.” She laughed now. And then she was suddenly ous. “But you know money doesn’t matter to me.” “Tt matters to me, for both our sakes. You've heard me talk of Wentworth, my chum at college?” “The mechanical genius, you called him?” “As he is. Have you heard of the sensation just ca the Comet Motor? seri ed by “Yes. [see it has won the international race at Paris.”” Billy looked surprised. “I didn’t think you followed such events.” “I follow the Comet Motor, dear, for a reason that may seem strange to you. J, too, have a secret. More than a year ago at Palm Beach I overheard a big motor man tell another quietly that the Comet Motor would become a market sensation. He advised the other man to get some stock. It ~ was then very low. What do you think I did, without asking the advice of anybody?” Bought some?” “T never spent much of my pin-money. [had ten thousand dollars in bank, and I plunged on Comet. I still have the stock. I suppose speculation is in) my blood, but But yo "t speculate dear! “Wait I was going to say that [ made up my mind I never would do such a thing again, even if I should make a lot of money on this deal Good. You have made a lot of money on it. The stock has gone skyward. But I’ve not yet told you my secret Wentworth ed the engine of the Co Motor. It’s a marvel on new lines. I intro- duced him to d friend of my father’s—a great engineer with unlimited backing. The Comet Motor Company was formed. Wentworth saw to it that I got in on the ground floor, I in- Drawn by Pac Reuter vested all I had. I’m compara- Sreaxixe or Avtouosite Insurance days. tively rich. And my new position is the secretaryship of the company. Elected today. It’s in tonight's papers.” Muriel’s eves blazed. “And papa thought you'd never get alon They heard some one in the hall. Moulton appeared in the doorway with a newspaper in his hand. Advancing, he kissed Muriel and said to Billy: “I congratulate you, young man. Will you come with me a moment?” They went into Moulton’s study. There was a look of clation in Muriel’s eyes as they disappeared. Even a “big business” man can make mistakes. Moulton had made one about Billy, but the keen business man may have thought that luck had something to do with what he had read in the evening papers of the young man’s good fortune. Luck is a magical partner as well as a potent adversary. Moulton had learned of something that day besides Billy's progress. He had found that the Stock Exchange branch of his business had made a serious error. It had proceeded on the theory that the Comet Motor was a bubble that would burst, in spite of the continued and sensational upward move ment of its stock, and had sold a lot of it without having it to deliver. The error might have bankrupted an ordinary operator. And Arthur Delrymple was responsible for it Safe in Harbor Here lies the skipper of the whaler, “Lucy Blue.” We salted down his carcass but his spirit up and flew. He'll have the devil scrubbin’ decks within a watch or two, For we all know where he’s goin’, and we're satisfied —The Crew: Patience Under a Monument In a big office building the elevator was not running. The man started to walk down the long, steep flight of marble steps A_ nervous, stout, and excited woman followed a dozen steps behind him, missed a step and fell against the man, Both rolled together to the hard floor at the bottom, the woman landing on top. The man was unhurt, but she, being slightly stunned by the fall, continued to lie on his prostrate form, as it seemed to him, an unduly long time, Being trained in the courtly school of 2 gentleman, he patiently waited for her to get off. At length he raised his head slighly and suavely remarked: “ Madam, thi: is as far as I go. By Your Fig Leave {dam (coming in to dinner) — For goodness’ sake, Eve, you women are darned destructive. There you've gone and made salad out of my new Sunday suit! Dope “Toreadors date back far- ther than you think, for there were bulrushes in the time of Moses.”” “How about baseball? You know there were Giants in those 12