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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 25, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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A MAN'S CHOICE
By H. M. Egbert
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
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All that day Jack Barrett had sat
at his desk like a man in a dream.
Each successive telephone message
had spelled increasing disaster. At
first he calculated how much he
would have left after the payment of
his debts; then he considered the set
tlement; then he knew there would
not even be a settlement. The crash
had swept his entire fortune away.
Everything was gone. He, the fa
mous Wall street speculator, who
had jumped into the game with his
father's $8,000,000 and driven his ad
versaries before him by sheer pluck
and daring, had gone under before
their combination.
He was conscious of the looks of
his employes. Poor devils, they
knew that they would have to look
for other jobs soon enough. They
were thinking only of themselves,
from his high-priced secretary to his
office boy.
He brazened it out, meeting visit
ors, telling the truth. He would not
run away. He resolved to face the
worst Nevertheless, it was with vast
relief that he left his office at 5
o'clock, to go to the only person who
he thought still believed in him, still
kept her faith.
Dora Jameson and he had been en
gaged three months. Her mother was
a "climber," her father alternately a
bankrupt and a millionaire. Some
shady speculative business enabled
him to put a bold front toward the
world. Jack Barrett had no idea
that Dora was of his mettle.
She came into the reception room
where he awaited her and he told her
everything. And he misunderstood,
although he saw her face harden.
"I shall try again for our sakes,
dearest, he said.
"That's all very well, but do you
think I am going to wait until you
have made another fortune?" she
pouted.
"Wait, Dora?"
"Yes. Don't you suppose I have
other chances?"
"You mean you cared only for my
money?"
"You are foolish, Jack. I loved
you, but I'm not going to marry a
beggar. I must have dresses and
servants and money to spend."
Without a word Barrett turned
away. This was the end of every-
They Walked Together Under the
Palms .
thing. He could no longer have faith
in anything or any person on earth.
That night he shipped as a com
mon sailor before the mast on a
tramp ship bound, ultimately, for the
South seas. He dropped his name,
everything. He shipped as Thomas
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