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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 15, 1913, Image 18

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WON BY WAITING
By George Elmer Cobb.
"I wish you to encourage young
'Benton in his attentions, Nellie,"
spoke John Andrews to his daughter.
Nellie did not reply; in words, but
her face flushed and her-head droop
ed. The word of John Andrews was
law within his family circle and even
his wife rarely dared to gainsay him.
Mrs. Andrews looked very solemn.
"What Is the Trouole."
She did not attempt to repress an
opinion, "however.
"Joel Benton dropped in to see me
at the office yesterday," pursued Mr.
Andrews in his usual precise lawyer
like way. "He intimated his senti
ments towards you, Nellie. He was
urged on to it, he explained, because
a bit of rare good fortune, as he ex
pressed it, had come'his way. As you
know, he and his assistant at his
store, Rolfe Wilson, are related to
the wealthy Jared Jones of Pittston.
The old millionaire has never paid
any atention to them. Yesterday
Benton received a letter and.a draft
for $5,000 from Mr. Jones. It notified
him that he might consider this royal
gift as an indication that he was fig
uring on finding an acceptable heir
to his enormous fortune."
"Tha is news, indeed," murmured
the marveling Mrs. Andrews.
"So, Nellie," concluded her father,
"there must be no more of this fool
ishness with Rolfe Wilson. The heir
to a million is not to be picked up
every day. Benton is already a young '
business man of standing, while Wil
son is simply his clerk. Between the,
two there is no question as to the
right choice."
"Oh, mother!" cried Nellie, rushing
to the side of Mrs. Andrews and bury
ing her tear-stained face in her lap.
The lady gently stroked the head
of her darling and only child. She
tried to speak soothing words and
finally Nellie became calmer.
"There is indeed "no question of
choice between Rolfe and Mr. Ben
ton!" said Nellie forcibly. "Mr. Ben
ton inherited the business he owns.
Poor Rolfe gave up every dollar of
his rightful inheritance to pay the old
debts of his father."
"It was a noble sacrifice, dear,"
spoke Mrs. Andrews.
"He has gone to work like a man
and he is all there is to Mr. Benton'?
busine"? ' continued Xellie. " don't
care if Mr. Benton had a dozen mil
lions, Rolte has told me that he love?
me, and I believe him, and I will never
marry anybody else."
Mrs. Andrews sighed in her patient,
helpless way. She realized that her
husband was a masterful man whose
decisions it was hard to defy.
"I hope fove wUJ find a way, dear,"
she said simply, and Nellie felt cheer
ed even by her poor sympathy.
There was no fiction, to the $5,000 '
draft Mr. Andrews had told about,
whatever vagueness might appertain
to the million. All the town knew
that Joel Benton had money very
shortly, plenty of it, and was spend
ing it like a royal prince.
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