latter could not find words to thank
Roy for what he had done for his
imperiled invalid son.
"I cannot do enough for you to
show my appreciation of your noble
deed," he declared..
Roy smiled in his 'quaint, pleasing
"I think you can, Mr. Alyward," he
said. "I have an application for an
editorial position in your large pub
lishing house in the city."
"It is yours!" cried the man of
wealth promptly, fervently.
Which solved tie future of R6y
and Eugenie, which resulted so pleas
antly that in time Mr. Turner sold
out his farm and came to live with
them in their pretty pleasant home
in the city.
1 Then, as all along, Roy and Eu
genie were "sweethearts true!"
Poor dear Mr. Gaynor has got to
run as the Tamnlany nominee for
mayor of New York.
'LET-ME-DO-IT BILL" HAS TO MEDDLE
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