A BOLD WARRIOR
By George Elmer Cobb.
"H'm!" commented Dan Vesey
speculatively, "that's your plan,
is it?" - -
"That's it, and what do you think
of it?" challenged Bob Burton.
"eems to me, Rob, you're drawing
the strings too tight on Dora. She's
a good soul faithful, industrious and
Chuckling Serenely .Over "the Easy
Game" He.Would Put Over.
econbmical. You've pretty nigh specu
lated away the two thousand dollars
her father left her. Now you want
to get her last five hundred."
"But you seef ' urged Rob eagerly,
"I'm so sure I'll make a ten-strike this
"Yes, you thought that before and
it missed fire. Why not this time?"
"Oh, I'm sure of the proposition.
Why, Judge Graham has invested and
he says there Is no doubt that the
stock will double par in a month."
Dan Vesey said nothing more, but
he thought a good deal. fDora was his
own cousin. That two thousand "dol
lar legacy had spoiled her husband.
He had already thrown away three
fourths of the fund, in cats and dogs.
He had given up a good job to become
a speculator. The day before the
present one he had applied to Dora
for the balance of the money.
"A sure investment, Dora," he had
insisted "L'm through with specula
tion' But for once he found the indulgent
little lady set and resolute in her de
cision. Positively she refused to risk
"I think the world of you, Rob,"
she said affectionately. "I would trust
you with my last cent, but this is sim,
ply encouraging you in a kind of un
certain gambling life. I shall hold on
to the last of the money."
Rob grumbled and. was disagree
able generally. He was offended and '
angry. He became sulky, stayed away
from the house for a whole day, and
then devised a neat, specious plan to
get that money that made him
chuckle and grin.
This scheme he had just outlined to
Dan Vesey. Not receiving anticipated
encouragement, he went down to the
village billiard hall. It was a general
loafing place for the idle and he soon
had an audience, interested because
Rob treated all hands from a surrepti
tious liquor supply kept secretly by
the proprietor of the place.
"You see, this Mexican war scare
is my cue," he told his audience. "If
I caji only get a suit of soldier's
clothes and make Dora believe I've
enlisted, I'll work the rest of the
"I've got an uncle, old G. A. R.
man," vouchsafed one listener. "He'd
loan it to you, onljr he lives forty
miles from here."
"That won't do, then?' said Rib.
Another had inherited -a- war uni-
form from a grandfather, but it fitted
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