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one hundred cents on the dollar! My
name without the shadow of a stain;
and life all before me!"
He was treading air as he left the
lawyer's office. He would yet build
a grand edifice on the ruins of the
old! He .took from his pocket a card
filled with memoranda.(
There was an office boy recently in
his employ to recommend, some trif
ling personal bills to adjust, and
His face brightened when he was
home again, with thoughts of the
true, loyal persons who had been sot
only his employees, but his friends.
MisSvBonhey! His heart glaXldenefl
as he recalled the occasion, three
years before, when he had given this
poor, friendless gjri a position in his
office. Her gratitude, urging the
most devoted service, had made him
respect and value her. She had .been
"his right hand man." More than
once, gazing at fier sweetuiet face,
he had thought of a home" with such
a precious being as its mistress, but
waited, waited, "until his ship had
come in for certain."
Four days previous, when it was.
known that the business was on the
rocks, Amy Bonney had. gone home,
ill. Wilfred remembered now that
she had not 'sent for her salary. He'
consulted his little store of money.
Wilfred found her in a neat, mod
est cottage, her aged mother its
housekeeper. She blushed and paled",
and looked wistful and then trem
bled, as he handed herhe money.
Her eyes glowed sympathetically
with his own when he told of his
"I shall not forget the most helpful
assistant I ever had, when I get on
my feet again," said Wilfred brightly)
"I am very sorry to see you out of
"Oh, I shall soon find a new posi
tion," declared Amy. "A relative left
us a small amount of money a short
while ago, and I could almost wait
till youneed a stenographer again,
Mr. Ashton; which I know wfll be
soon. It is all you you!" she cried,
in a burst of fervent emotion, "who
gave me work, and encouragement
when we were down at the lowest
ebb. I shall never forget it."
. "It seems to me that I am receiv
ing nothing but blessings in my own
darkest hour," replied Wilfred movingly-
"There is another thing," said
Amy. "You remember Mr. Judson,
the old inventor who was hurt at
your plant. You pensioned him off,
you know. Ever since- then he has
been trying to. invent a new count
ing machine. I that is, I have en
couraged him. He was here yester
day, and he is sure, oh, so very sure,"
that he is near to .perfecting his in
Two evenings later, a messenger
brought1" Wilfred a note, asking -him
to call at the home of -Miss -Bonney:
When he arrived hje found old Abel
Judson there), i
'Tye made it!" cried the inventor;
enthusiastically. "The double ratch
et did it The dream of years I And
all for you, wlio were so kind to me,
and this dear girl, who financed me!
My invention is .perfected a count
ing machine that will drive Wardells
out of .the field."
It was true. One hour later, after
an. inspection of the invention, Wilq
fred, knew that Judson had at last
-won fame, and a fortune. d
Only one. thing would the inventor
agree to that Wilfred was to be
come his partner. In three months
capital was found, in six the old plant"
was running again. At the end of
the year Wilfred and Amy were man
"I am making money so fast," He
said to his happy helpmate one even
ing, "that I will be able to pay up
the two thousand dollars soi gener
ously given me when I failed."
Amy reached wtihin her" pocket.
She drew out a scrap of paper. In
amazement Wilfred regarded the I.
0. U. ,
"Don't you understand?" she cried