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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 16, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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conservative president of the local
bank looked positively, aghast one
morning when Percy entered the in
stitution with the announcement:
"There's some stocks and bonds of
mine here. I want them."
"My dear sir," expostulated the old
banker, "I hope you are not going to
.change the form of security. Those
yqu now have are seasoned, guaran
teed investments."
"I know, I know," responded Percy,
lightly. ''Well, I'm going to the city
to try a scurry on the market."
"You'll regret it, sir, let me assure
you," prophesied the banker. "If,
however, you are bent on your own
way " ,
"I am," asserted Percy stubbornly.
"Any advice I can give you "
"Thanks, no," dissented Percy. "I
want experience and I'm willing to
pay for it"
Percy Lane got the "experience"
right enough. That he paid for it,
and dearly, too, was known all over
the town when he returned. It look
ed as though he had employed some
secret press agent to spread the de
tails of his "flurry on the market"
"Wildcat stocks,"' Percy was charg
ed with having remarked "they're
just what I want The name sug
gests fighting, and that will give
some vim to the occasion.
"And the gold mine in Alaska,
Percy?" a friend insinuated.
"Oh, the first funds helped the pro
moters along. They sloped, leaving
the investors to hold the bag; but
that's one of the risks of the game,
see?"
Very soon the town "saw" that
Percy had got rid of about all he had.
Blanche heard of it and really sor
rowed, for money was money. Still,
she fathomed the reckless procedure
of her lover as the only means of
finally winning her.
Percy met Blanche's father on a
country road one day. Percy as
sumed the reckless air of a man of
the world arrived at ae end of his
rope.
"Oh, you ain't so poor!" remarked
Mr. Clarke. "There's that big busi
ness block left yet."
"I'll trade it off for a horse with a
spavin, or a second-hand tin-Lizzie,
but I'll get rid of it," vaunted Percy.
And then, one morning, as he start
ed downtown, a neighbor made a
somewhat startling announcement r
"I suppose you know about it,"
were his words, "but your business
block burned to the ground last
night"
"That so?" observed Percy. "Any
body hurt?"
"Not a soul."
"Then hurrah 1"
Percy Lane packed up his belong
ings. He was at the home town of
his fiancee by noon; he was in con
sultation with her father an hour
later.
"I've made it!" he announced jubi
lantly to the old man.
"Made what?" questioned Mr.
Clarke suspiciously.
"Poverty humble life ahead one
pi your class. Liquid assets all spec
ulated away. Last remnant of for
mer prosperity, the business block,
went up in smoke last night"
"Surely poor, are you!" queried
Clarke.
"I surely am!" asserted Percy,
proudly.
"Then what are you going to get
married on?" demanded the practical
old man.
Oho! shifting winds when the situ--ation
changes?" railed Percy. "Well,
I have made arrangements for a liv
ing position down at the telegraph
office."
Percy insisted upon an immediate
marriage. He was through with
wealth and was ready to settle down
to a humble, honest career. His sac
rifice and pertinacity staggered the
old man. Blanche seconded the prop
osition. It was an economical wed
ding. The honeymoon meant a gay
day of strolling in the woods amid the
beauties of nature. Then Percy went
to work. Then Blanche settled down
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