TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
By Ceorge Elmer-Cobb.
(Copyright "by W.jG. Chapman.)
"I don't think Ie'are to accept the
proposition, Mr. Lisle- ,
Rolfe Vance said this with a glance
about the dusty, poor-looking office
and a shrug of the shoulders.
"ITT stick," announced David Por
ter, simply and clearly. .
As he spoke, the earnest-faced,
manly appearing young jnan fixed his
eyes on a framid portrait aboye the
Sfesfc fife il
There Was a Topple and a Crash.
desk of his employer the picturq of
his daughter, fair, loyal Beulah Lisle.
They were both young men, and
both for over a year had been em
ployes of John Lisle, who was old,
bcrious and, just at present, more
than that worried and-despondent.
In his dainty, foppish way, Vance
picked his steps past the greasy ma
chines lying around, nodded brusque
ly and was gone. Perhaps he, too,
thought of the beautiful Beulah. Un
der -existing circumstances, how
ever, he icahzed that it would'be a
tedious road to the winning of lhat
coveted prize. He was naturally in
dolent, self-sacrifice was painful to
his refined nature, and, to express his
secret phrasing, he "threw up the
"It's a hard outlook, I'll admit,"
spoke old Lisle, when he and David
found themselv.es alone. "That bank
ruptcy of Merntt & Co. has about
swept our coffers clean. The worst
of it is that it will take up fully a year
to get a new standing with our mod
ern process outfit.'
"But when you do, it's clear sail
ing, isn't it?" submitted David in his
cheery, optimistic way.
"I hope so," and Mr. Lisle went
over to his desk. He was' busy for
some time writing rapidly. Finally
he arose, proffering David a written
"Sign that," he directed. i
"Why, what is this?"
"A deed of co-partnership. You've
shown yourself a true man in agree
ing to see out a forlorn situation.
We're partners from this on, friend
David," and the brawny hand of the
old workman rested tremulously, al
most lovingly, on the broad shoulder
of his loyal assistant. "To have and
to hold, share and share alike, the
business, the equipment, and all in
and there about."
Again David glanced at the por
trait. "To have and to hold" he
smiled, with a quaint conceit in mind.
Ah! if only that interest represented
the original, as well as the more por-'
trait of the girl with the wild rose
ifacel ... r - .
Mr. Lisies eyes were nxea upon an
entirely different object. It was a
large, bulging, narrow-mouthed vase.
It stood at the top of the old-fashioned
file case, where it had rested
for thirty years.
His dead father, William Lisle, had
made it. The business of the Lisles
for three generations had been bees
wax bleachers and refiners. When
paraffine came in, William Lisle had
been first in the field. A'Proud-nie-
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