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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 19, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19',
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thousand, chiefly to get rid of him,
and he Indorsed the note so that the
loss might fall on him if there-were
Dick could not pay. He renewed
the note and then failed. Sammy
paid the money. A month later Pick
came to him again. ,
"Sammy," he said, "I've got the
tune. Lend me $2,000 more."
Sammy refused and Dick went
purple with indignation.
"What's the matter?" he yelled.
"Ain't my name good enough? Say,
are you going to take advantage of
me just because you know the old
man and I don't hit it off?"
"I don't feel justified in making
you the loan," said Sammy.
"Then lend it to me yourself. You
are as rich as Croesus," blustered
"Can't," answered Sammy. And
Dick surveyed him with a malevolent
"All right!" he sneered. "I guess
you have unmasked yourself now.
Just wait till the bank comes to me,
And he stalked away in a. fury.
Sammy went to Myrtle that night
and she cried a little and agreed to
wait a year longer.
There was a good deal in Dick's
threat. It was known that old Ches-
ter could not live long. His end was
curiously sudden, and Sammy was
with him. The old banker was con
scious until the end and he had. a
confidential talk with Sammy before
he died. It was a good thing he did
not see Dick, half drunk, staring at
his body an hour after his death and
cursing Sammy for not having sum
A However, Dick had the bank. His
first act was to give Sammy a
"I told you you'd be sorry for that
wretched trick you played on me,"
he said, sneering. "See if you can get
another job. Not in this town,
Sammy's answer, at the end of the
month, was 'to marry Myrtle, and
they went away on a honeymoon
that lasted nearly two months. At.
the end of that time Sammy was
back in town, looking spruce and
smarter than he had ever looked be
fore, and living in an elegant house.
It was whispered that his wife had
been left a legacy.
"He won't last long," sneered
But it was Dick who wasn't going
to last long. The bank was in a bad
way. Dick had been speculating
recklessly and no bank can stand the
dram on its funds that wild man
agement entails. At the end of the
third month Dick saw himself at his
wits' end. His father fortune had
proved nonexistent. There was
nothing but the bank capital, and
that was disappearing like snow in
May. A meeting of the sharehold
ers had been summoned and there
was talk of deposing Dick.
Dck, moody and restless, glared
at Sammy when hev saw him, spruce
and apparently self-satisfied, stroll
ing jauntily down the street He
glared imore when he was accom
panied by his pretty wife. Marriage
had given Myrtle back her youth
and loveliness, and Dick, smother
ing his rage, renewed his acquaint
ance with fier and her husband.
"Sorry I had to fire you, Sam
my" he explained. "But I guess
you're pretty slow as a bank man
ager. No hard feelings?"
"None whhatever," said Sammy.
Dick was mad abou Myrtle again.
He took advantage of Sammy's
slowness to press his attentions up
pu. Sammy's wife. He plunged
blindly into the flirtation. He con
trived to put Sammy in absurd po
sitions as when he sent him into
his own backyard to hunt for chick
en thieves, while he sat in the par
lor and talked amiable nonesense
for an hour to Myrtle.
It was soon the talk of the town
that Myrtle was far from indiffer-