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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 07, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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A CHANCE INVESTMENT
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By Walter Joseph Delaney
r (Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
j "I do not wlsh-you to become
-alarmed or change your plans," wrote
the father of Eleanor Gwynne to his
I only daughter, 2,000 miles away
' from home. "I tell you of the pos
sible trouble in my business only be-
cause you might hear of it through
other sources. I may be able to see
it through. If not, it means our liv
ing on a more moderate scale, that
is all. You still have the income from
your mother's estate, so we cannot
exactly starve."
"Poor, dear papa! and always think
ing of my comfort and happiness!"
mused Eleanor with some agitation.
"Of course I shall not remain here
" with him alone with his trouble. No,
there is a stage Monday and it will
, see me homeward bound."
How different this, her second visit,
from the first she had made to the
pine-laden breezes and exquisite soli
tude of an Arizona health resort! The
year previous at exactly the same sea
son of the year she and her father
had spent three weeks together at
" this romantic spot Only, then every
' thing was prospering, there were no
cares of business to annoy. Eleanor
folded the letter, when she noticed
some additional lines, comprising a
postscript on the reverse side of the
sheet
"By the way," it ran, "it is a for
lorn hope, but I mention it that
scamp, Warren Brill! I don't know if
you remember him, but he is that
likely looking young fellow who acted
as our guide for a time. I never told
you, but I was so taken with his
manliness and energy that I was in
duced by him to trust him with $5,000
to buy a mine. He asked a year in
which to develop it and make us both
rich. I have never heard from him
since, but a few months ago I wrote
to some people at Crof utt Pass about
him. They could tell me nothing
about Brill, but said that the mine he
purchased, or pretended to purchase,
was abandoned because it was flood
ed and absolutely worthless. It is a
vain quest, I imagine, but you might
make some inquiries and let me know
the result That $5,000 would pretty
nearly mean my business salvation
just now." &
There was a centtn animation in
the eyes of the pretty'girl as she read
these lines. These were not needed
The Squaw Produced a Keen-Bladed
Knife.
to at once invoke a remembrance of
the person they named. Eleanor re
tained a vivid memory of the bright,
gentlemanly young fellow who had
been their companion for nearly a
week. He was musical, educated, in
harmony with their ideas of courtesy
and refinement and had left a dis
tinctly pleasing impression on the
mind of Eleanor.
She was astounded at the implica-t

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