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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 26, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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"Harold," she began, and hisitated.
"Harold, I want to have a talk with
you. Things can't go on as they have
been going."
"No," answered Harold mechanic
ally, placing a different significance
' upon her words in his own mind.
"Harold, you and I used to care for
each other in the old days before
this money came between us. I wish
we could be as we used to be."
"But this is your life," he said,
sweeping his hand round the luxuri
ously furnished room.
"No, Harold. I admit I used to
wish we were as rich as others of our
friends. But when I saw that you
believed I only cared for wealthy I
well, I pretended. Harold, I would
rather have you and that plantation
we spoke of than anything on earth."
"He stared at her incredulously.
"You mean that?" he stammered.
But he saw she did, for sh'e was
weeping in his arms. And a wonder
ful reconciliation descended between
them, as if from heaven.
"You shall have it," he said sol
emnly, raising his hand. "I am going
to get out of thd rut. I have thought
it over for a long time, my dear."
"Let it be soon," she answered pit-eously.
On the next day he took the train
with his scheme fully matured. He
would make a clean breast of the
matter to Steel, offering to make
good if the bank would abstain from
prosecuting him. And he would take
his $30,000 and get out of ft all, with
his wife, to Florida.
But would Steel and the president
consent? They were hard men, and
he would have to play his cards wa
rily. He pondered over the perplex
ing situation in the train, and he had
not quite decided when he reached
the bank.
He noticed an atmosphere of sub
dued excitement as he went to put
on his office coat. Men were whis
pering and looking furtively toward
-him. But Harold had shut himself
off from the friendship of men, as
every man must when he devote3
himself to the violation of moral
laws, and nobody came forward to
speak to him.
He was just entering the cage
when the manager's boy came up.
"The president wants to see you in
his private room, Mr. Denton," he
said.
Harold Denton mechanically
changed his coat again. The crisis
was upon him, and he had not yet
made up his mind. And he was con
scious only of a wild impulse to fly.
He went out oT the cage and into
the corridor. The watchman was
looking at him. On his right lay the
president's room, ahead of him only
the watchman and the glass door,
and then the street, with the cars
rumbling down in a blaze of sunshine.
If he chose to make a bolt he could
probably get away. Then he sudden
ly remembered. The draft was in his
pocket and uncashed. If he ran away
he would run away penniless.
For just an instant he hesitated,
andtfyen, squaring his shoulders, he
entered the president's room.
"Lknow why you have sent for me,
Mr. Sawyer," he began.
The president, who was at his desk
alone, looked up at him. He bore
traces of a severe struggle. "A ter
rible thing!" he said. "A terrible
thing, Mr. Denton!"
- "A commonplace of our business,"
sneered Harold.
The president thumped his fist
upon the table. "No, sir," he said.
"A very infrequent thing. And to
think it should have been Steel! I
trusted him implicitly."
"Steel?" gasped Harold.
"You haven't heard?" Steel com
mitted suicide this morning, after
writing a letter confessing that he
had defaulted and robbed the bank"
of an unknown amount. A terrible
thing, Mr. Denton. I want you to go
over the books with the auditor and
hefp him."
Somehow Deiiton found himself in
the bank again. He w Raved; am?

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