. the impulses of his crafty nature.
He had made up his mind to marry
Lura to his precious nephew, Mau
rice. If he had known of the warm ten
derness which had grown up between
Lura and Gwynn perhaps he would
have hesitated. His efforts would be
futile separating these two, for deep
love was in their-souls, though as yet
unspoken. At that very hour in the
garden of the Branscombe home, the
harmonious twain were engaged in
an earnest and mutually interesting
"You must not be discouraged,
Gwynn," Lura was saying. "After
your famous start don't let obstacles
"It is a matter of money as you
see," replied Gwynn. "I am afraid I
have been too venturesome. Foolish
ly I invested all of my little capital in
one enterprise. It is sure to be prof
itable in the end, but I need the cap
ital to margin my stock holdings and'
that I do not seem to have the power
"Oh, dear! if I were only a year
older," sighed Lura, "and could do
what I please with all the money that
will soon be mine."
"Even if that were so, I would have
too much pride and independence to
accept money help from you, good
friends as we are."
There was deep concern and sym
pathy in Lura's beautiful eyes. They
brightened at a new thought '
"Oh, Gwynn1" she said eagerly, "I
have thought it all out You must
go to Mr. WIckham. He is very good
to me in some things and lets me
have my own way mostly. Please let
me speak to him about your business
troubles. I am sure he knows you
are honest, he knows that I that is,
that we are great friends. I will talk
with him and let you know."
It was the next morning at 10
o'clock that Gwynn received the tel
ephone message from Lura:
"Come at once it's all arranged."
Gwynn felt inspired at this unex-,
1 pcted avenue out of his difficulties.
He was certain that, with time given,
say ninety days, he could turn him
self. He had safe securities to give,'
and did not feel that the owner could
lose. When he reached the Brans
combe home Edna smited encourag
ingly to him as the servant led him
to the library.
Wickham was awaiting him. He
was bland, civil and most friendly.
He listened to Gwynn's story of his
business complications with appar
ent great Interest There was noth
ing in his bearing or words to indi
cate that under the surface he was
plotting the young man's ruin.
"Your presentation looks all right,
Mr. Bartlett," he spoke effusively. "I
cannot myself advance you the
money required, but I have a friend,
a Mr. Purdue, who will be impressed
favorably with your proposition on
my say so. I have written a letter.
You may read it."
Gwynn's face flushed with emotion
and gratitude as he perused a brief
missive commending him warmly to
Mr. James Purdue.
"You have done me the favor of
my life and I shall never forget it,"
declared Gwynn warmly, and as he
left the room Lura, with shining eyes,'
beckoned him into the little reading
room where she had been writing let
ters to some girl friends.
"Oh, Mr. Wickham is indeed kind!"
she exclaimed, as she read the letter.
"Oh, dear! how careless he is. He.
hasn't dotted the T in his name.
And daintily Lura supplied the
missing dot with a pen and returned
the letter to Gwynn and warmed his
heart with hopeful words showing
her sincere solicitude for his wel
fare. Gwynn went at once to Purdue. He
never suspected th'at the latter was
a hired emissary of Isaac Wickham.
Purdue read the letter.
"Yee, indeed," he spoke promptly.
"I will do anything for Mr. Wick
ham. You can have what financial
assistance you need, on easy terms
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