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J By Genevieve Ulmar.
"Bob, I would give up my life to
save you can't I do something to
Bob Ralston bestowed a fond and
gentle glance upon the speaker.
Never was there a more earnest,
loyal friend than this same Ned Mel
vin, and no one knew it better than
Bob. A reckless, impetuous ne'er-do-well
who had run away from home
half a dozen times, who had been
itinerant actor, tramp, book agent,
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The Entire P)ant Will Be Sold."
what not, there was a germ of the
rarest humanity in Ned and he had
a heart of gold.
"You are a royal good fellow,
Ned," said Bob "never a better. You
pan help me. The Leslie Art Works
are to be sold out at auction within
an hour. I want you to take this
pocketbook. There's a thousand dol
lars in it"
. "Whew, all that money! and you'll
trust me with it?"
"like a bank!" replied Bob
staunchly. "You are to go to the
auction and meet every bid up to that
"I'll try to hard."
"I don't know what may be bid
maybe $1,000, maybe $5,000. If you
find the bids running up, try all you
can to hinder, to delay the sale. By
the skin of my teeth I may be back
in time. Just one thing, Ned; I can't
stop to explain now, but an old man's
life, a young girl's happiness, per
haps all my own future, depend upon
my being the successful bidder."
With the words Bob Ralston flash
ed into an automobile and was gone
leaving Ned holding the pocketbook
in his hand, looking solemn, worried,
excited, all at once. Ned had heard
that his cousin would be in the city
that morning, and had spent his last
cent coming over to greet the besf
friend he had in the world.
Ned did not at all understand the
situation, for Bob had no time to ex
plain. It was a peculiar one. Bob had
arrived in town only two hours pre
vious after an absence of a year, to
claim pretty Ruth Leslie as his bride.
Where he had expected to find joy
and brightness he had been met with
despair and gloom. Robert Leslie,
the father of his prospective bride,
was on a sick bed, slowly recovering
from a severe fit of illness brought on
by anxiety over his business affairs.
Mr. Leslie had for years owned the
Art Metal Works, a small but con
genial business. An unjust claim had
been foisted upon him by a rival
Tipton & Co. Suit had been brought,
judgment entered while Mr. Leslie
was sick, the works had been closed
and the property was now to be sold
to satisfy the claims of creditors.
"It is not the business, for it is
only a small one, although it brought
in a comfortable living"," Ruth had
sobbed on her lover's shoulder.
"There are original designs and pat
terns, though, that represent half
father's life tasks. If he should know
that all these are swept away it
would kill him."
"Oh, if I had only known, this be-