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"Now you go" along uptown, Uncle Peter. I want a few minutes with Mr. Fouts, and I'll come to your place at seven." The old man arose dejectedly. "Don't let me interfere a minute with your financial operations. I'm too old a man to be around in folks' way." He slouched out with his head bent. A moment later Percival remem bered his last words, also his refer ence to Blythe. He was seized with fear for what he might do in his despair. Uncle Peter would act quickly if his mind had been made up. He ran out into Wall street, and hurried up to Broadway. A block off on that crowded thoroughfare he saw the tall figure of Uncle Peter turning into the door of a saloon. He might have bought poison. He ran the length of the block and turned in. Uncle Peter stood at one end of the bar with a glass of creamy beer in front of him. At the moment Per cival entered he was inclosing a large slab of Swiss cheese between two slices of rye bread. He turned and faced Percival, look ing from him to his sandwich with vacant eyes. "I'm that wrought up and dis tressed, son, I hardly know what I'm doin'! Look ai me now with this stuff in my hands." "I just wanted to be sure you were all right," said Percival, greatly re lieved. "All right," the old man repeated. "All right? My Godruined! There's nothin' left to do now." He looked absently at the sand wich and bit a generous semi-circle into it. "I don't see how you can eat, Uncle Peter. It's so horrible!" "I don't myself it ain't a healthy appetitecan't bemust be some kind of a fever inside of meI s'pose from all this trouble. And now I've come to poverty and want in my old age. Say, son, I believe there's jest one thing you can do to keep me from goin' crazy." "Name it, Uncle Peter. You bet I'll do it!" "Well, it ain't muchof course I wouldn't expect you to do all them things you was jest braggin' about back thereabout goin' to work the proper ties and all thatyou would do it if you could, I knowbut it ain't that. All I ask is, don't play this Wall street game any more. If we can save out enough by good luck to keep us de cently, so your ma won't have to take boarders, why, don't you go and lose that, too. Don't mortgage the One Girl. I may be sort of superstitious, but somehow, I don't believe Wall 3treet is your game. Course, I don't say you ain't got a gameof some kindbut I got one of them presenti ments that it ain't Wall street." "I don't believe it is, Uncle Peter I won't touch another share, and I won't go near Shepler again We'll keep the One Girl." He called a cab for the old man, and saw him started safely off up-town. At the hotel Uncle Peter met Billy Brue flourishing an evening paper that flared with exclamatory headlines. "It's all the papers, Uncle Peter!" "Dead broke! Ain't'it awful, Billy!" "Say. Uncle Peter, you said you'd raise hell, and jou done it. "iou done it good, didn't you?" CHAPTER XXV. THE NEWS BROKEN, WHEREUPON AX ENGAGEMENT IS BROKEN At se\en Percival found Uncle Peter at his hotel, still in abysmal depths of woe. Together they went to break the awful news to the unsuspecting Mrs. Bines and Psyche. "If you'd only learned something use ful while you had the chance," began Uncle Peter, dismally, as they were driven to the Hightower, "how to do tricks with cards, or how to sing funny songs, like that little friend of yours from Baltimore you was tellin' me about. Look at him, now. He didn't have anything but his own abil ity. He could tell you every time what card you was thinkin' about, and do a skirt dance and give comic reci tations and imitate a dog fight out in the back yard, and now he's married to one of the richest ladies in New York. Why couldn't you 'a' been learn in' some of them clever things, so you could 'a' married some good-hearted woman witn lots of moneybut no" Uncle Peter's tones were bitter to ex cess"you was a rich man's son and raided in idlenessand now, when the rainy day's come, you can't even tako ft white rabbit out of a stove-nine fcatl" To these senile maunderings Percival paid no attention. When they came Into the crowd and lights of the ga tower, he sent the old man up alone. "You go, please, and break it to them, Uncle Peter, i rather not be there just at first. I'll come along in a little bit." So Uncle Peter went, protesting that he was a broken old man and a cum berer of GOQ green earth. Mrs. Bines and Psyche had that mo ment sat down to dinner. Uncls ra ter's manner at once alarmed them. "It's all over," he said, sinking into a chair. THE SPENDER S A TALE OF THE THIRD GENERATION By HARRY LEON WILSON 9 t. JL Copyright, by Lotbrop Publishing Company. "Why, what's the matter, Uncle Peter?" "Percival has" Mrs. Bines arose quickly, trembling. "ThereI just knew itit's all over? he's been struck by one of those ter rible automobilesOh, take me to where he is!" "He ain't been run overhe's gone brokelost all our money every last cent." "He hasn't been run over and killed?" "He's ruined us, I tell you, Marthy lost every cent of our money in Wall street." "Hasn't he been hurt at all?not even his leg broke or a big gash in his head and knocked senseless?" "That boy never had any sense. I tell you he's lost all our money." "And he ain't a bit hurtnothing the matter with him?" "Ain't any more hurt than you or me this minute." "You're not fooling his mother. Uncle Peter?" "I tell you he's alive and well, only he's lost your money and Pish's and mine and his own." Mrs. Bines breathed a long, trem bling sigh or relief, and sat down to the table again. "Well, no need to scare a body out of their witsscaring his mother to death won't bring his money back, will it? If it's gone it's gone." "But ma, it is awful!" cried Psyche. "Listen to what Uncle Peter says. ^5z^3f "NEVER MIND, MY SON." We're poor! Don't you understand? Perce has lost all our money." Mrs. Bines was eating her soup de fiantly. "Long's he's got his health," she be gan. "And me windin' up in the poor house," whined Uncle Peter. "Think of it, ma! Oh, what shall we do?" Percival entered. Uncle Peter did not raise his head. Psyche stared at him. His mother ran to him, satisfied herself that he was sound in wind and limb, that he had -not treacherously donned his summer underwear, and that his feet were not wet. Then she led him to the tab*3. "Now you sit right down here and take some food. If you're all right, everything is all right" With a weak attempt at his old gayety he began: "Really, Mrs. Crackenthorpe" but he caught Psyche's look and had to stop. "I'm sorry, sis, clear into my bones. I made an ass of myselfa regular fool right from the factory." "Never mind, my son eat your soup," said his mother. And tnen, with honest intent to comfort him: "Remember that saying of your pa's, 'it takes all kinds of fools to make a world.' "But there ain't any fool like a damn fool!" said Uncle Peter, shortly. "I been a-tellin' him." "Well, you just let him alone you'll spoil his appetite, first thing you know. My son, eat your soup now, before it gets cold." "If I only hadn't gone in so heavy," groaned Percival. "Or, if I'd only got tied up In some way for a few weeks something I could tide over." "Yes," said Uncle Peter, with a cheerful effort at sarcasm, "it's always easy to think up a lot of holes you could get out ofsome different kind of a hole besides the one you're in. That's all some folks can do when they get in one hole, they say 'Oh, if I was only in that other one, now, how slick I could climb out!* I ain't ever meta person yet was satisfied with the hole they was in. Always some complaint to make about 'em." "And I had a chance to get out a week ago." "Yes, and you wouldn't take it. of courseyou knew too muchswellin' around here about bein' a Napoleon of financeand a Shepler and a Wizard of Wall street, and all that kind of guffand you wouldn't take your chance, and old Mr. Chance went right off and left you, that's what. I tall vou what some folks need Is a breed of chances that'll stand without hitch- in'." Percival braced himself and began on his soup. "Never you mind, Uncle Peter. You remember what I told you." "That takes a different man from what you are. If your pa was alive now" "But what are we going to do?" cried Psyche. "First thing you'll do," said Uncle Peter promptly, "you go write a letter to that beau of your'n, tellin' him it's all off. You don't want to let him be the one to break it because you lost your money, do you? \ou go sign his release right this minute." "Yesyou're right, Uncle PeterI suppose it must be donebut the poor fellow really cares for me." "Oh, of course," answered the old man, "it'll fairly break his heart. You do it just the same!" She withdrew, and presently came back with a note which she dispatched to Mauburn. Percival and his mother had contin ued their dinner, the former shaking his head between the intervals of the old man's lashings, and appearing to hold silent converse with himself. This was an encouraging sign. It ia a curious fact that people never talk to themselves except triumphantly. In moments of real despair we are inwardly dumb. But observe the hold ers of imaginary conversations. They are conquerors to the last one. They administer stinging rebukes that leave the adversary writhing. They rise to Alpine heights of pure wisdom and power, leaving him to flounder ignobly in the mire of his own fatuity. They achieve repartee the brilliance of which dazzles him to contemptible silence. If statistics were at hand we sfomld doubtless learn that no man has ever talked to himself save by way of dem onstrating his own godlike superiority, and the tawdry impotence of all ob stacles and opponents. Percival talked to himself and mentally lived the next five years in a style that reduced Uncle Peter to grudging but imperative awe for his superb gifts of adminis tration. He bathed in this imaginary future as in the waters of omnipotence. As 'time went on he foresaw the shafts of Uncle Peter being turned back upon him with such deadliness that, by the time the roast came, his breast was swelling with pity for that senile scoffer. Uncle Peter had first declared that the thought of food sickened him. Prevailed upon at last by Mrs. Bines to taste the soup, he was soon eating as those present had of late rarely seen him eat. 'Tain't a natural appetite, *uough," he warned them. "It's a kind of a mania before I go all to pieces, I s'pose." "Nonsense! We'll have you all right in a week," said Percival. "Just re member that I'm going to take care of you." "My son can do anything he makes up his mind to," declared Mrs. Bines "just anything he lays out to do." They talked until late into the night of what he should "lay out" to do. Meantime the stronghold of Mau burn's optimism was being desperate ly stormed. In an evening paper he had read of Percival's losses. The afternoon press of New York is not apt to understate the facts of a given case. The account Mauburn read stated that the young western millionaire had beggared his family. Mauburn had gone to his room to be alone with this bitter news He had begun to face it when Psyche's note of release came. While he was ad justing this development, another knock came on his door. It was the same maid who had brought Psyche's note. This time she brought what he saw to be a cablegram. "Excuse me, Mr. Mauburnnow this came early to-day, and you wasn't in your room, and when you came in Mrs. Ferguson forgot it till just now." He tore open the envelope and read: "Male twins born to Lady Casselthorpe Mother and sons doing finely. "HINKIE." Mauburn felt the rock foundations of Manhattan Isiand to be crumbling to dust. For an hour he sat staring at the message. He did not talk to him self once. Then he hurriedly dressed, took the note and the cablegram, and sought Mrs. Drelmer. He found that capable lady gowned for the opera. She received his bits of news with the aplomb of a resource ful commander. "Now, don't go seedy all at once you've a chance." "Hang it all, Mrs. Drelmer, I've not. Life isn't worth living" "Tut, tut! Death isn't, either!" "But we'd have been so nicely set up, even without the title, and now Bines, the clumsy ass, has come this infernal cropper, and knocked every thing on the head. I say, you know it's beastly!" "Hush, and let me think!" He paced the floor while his matri monial adviser tapped a white kidded foot on the floor, and appeared to read plans of new battle in a mother-of pearl paper-knife which she held be tween the tips of her fingers. "I have itand we'll do it quickly! Mrs. Wybert!" Mauburn's eyeB opened widely. "That absurd old Peter Bines has spoken to me of her three times lately. She's made a lot more money than she had in this same copper deal, and she'd a lot to begin with. I wondered why he spoke so enthusiastically of her. and I don't see now, but" "Well?" "She'll take you, and you'll be as wsll set up as you were before. Lista-. I met her last week at the CritcMeys. She spoke of having seen you. I could see she was dead set to make a good THE PRINCETON UNION: THUESDAT, AUGUST 30, 1906. marriage. You know she wanted to marry Fred Milbrey, but Horace and his mother wouldn't hear of it after Avice became engaged to Rulon Shep ler. I'm in the Critchleys* box to-night and I understand she's to be there. Leave it to me. Now it's after nine, so run along." "But, Mrs. Drelmer, there's that poor girlshe cares for me, and I like her immensely, you knowtruly I do and she's a trumpsee where she says here she couldn't possibly leave her people now they've come downeven if matters were not otherwise impos sible." "Well, you see they're, not only oth erwise impossible, but every wise im possible. What could you do? Go to Montana with them and learn to be an Indian? Don't, for heaven's sake, sen timentalize! Go home and sleep like a rational creature. Come in by 11 to-morrow. Even without the title you'll be a splendid match for Mrs. Wybert, and she must have a tidy lot of millions after this deal." Sorely distressed, he walked back to his lodgings in Thirty-second street. Wild, Quixotic notions of sacrifice flood ed his mood of dejection. If the worst came, he could go west with the fam ily and learn how to do something. And yetMrs. Wybert. Of course it must be that. The other idea was ab surdtoo wild for serious considera tion. He was 30 years old, and there was only one may for an English gentle man liveeven if it must break the heart of a poor girl who had loved him devotedly, and for whom he had felt a steady and genuine affection. He passed a troubled night. Down at the hotel of Peter Bines was an intimation from Mrs. Wybert herself, bearing upon this same for tuity. When Uncle Peter reached there at two a. m., he found in his box a small scented envelope which he opened with wonder. Two inclosures fell out. One was a clipping from an evening paper, an nouncing the birth of twin sons to Lord Casselthorpe. The other was the card he had left with Mrs. Wybert on the day of his call his name on one side, announcing him on the other the words he had written: "Sell Consolidated Copper all you can until it goes down to 55 Do this up to the limit of your capital, and I will make good anything: you lose. "PETER BINES." He read the note: "Arlingham Hotel7:30. "Mr. Peter Bines "Dear Sir: You funny old man, you. I don't pretend to understand! your game, but you may rely on my secrecy. I am more grateful to you than words can utterana I will always be glad to do anything for you. Yours very truly, "BLANCHE CATHERTON WYBERT. "P. S.About that other matterhim you knowyou will see from this notice I cut from the paper that the party won't get any title at all now, so a dead swell New York man is in every way more eligible. In fact the other party is not to be thought of for one moment, as I am positive you would agree with me." He tore the note and the card to fine bits. "It does beat all," he complained later to Billy Brue. "Put a beggar on horseback and they begin right away to fuss around because the bridle ain't set with diamondsgive 'em a little, and they want the whole ball of wax!" "That's right," said Billy Brue, with the quick sympathy of the experienced. "That guy that doped me, he wa'n't satisfied with my good $30 wad. Not by no means! He had to go take my breastpin nugget from the Early Bird." At 11 o'clock the next morning Mau burn waited in Mrs. Drelmer's draw ing-room for the news sne might have. When that competent person sailed in, he saw temporary defeat written on her brow. His heart sank to its low level of the night before. "Well, I saw the creature," she be gan, "and it required no time at all to reach a very definite understanding with her. I had feared it might be rather a delicate matter, talking to her at once, you knowand we needed to hurrybut she's a woman one can talk to. She's made heaps of money, and the poor thing is society-madso afraid the modish world won't take her at her true valuebut she talked very frankly about marriagereally she's cool-headed for all the fire she seems to haveand the short of it is that she's determined to marry some one of the smart men here in New York. The creature's fascinated by the very idea." "Did you mention me?" "You may be sure I did, but she'd read the papers, and, like so many of these people, she has no use at all for an Englishman without a title. Of course I couldn't be too definite with her. but she understood perfectly, and she let me see she wouldn't hear of it at all. So she's off the list. But don't give up. Now, there's" But Mauburn was determinedly downcast. "It's uncommon handsome of you, Mrs. Drelmer, really, but we'll have to leave off that, you know. If a chap isn't heir to a peerage or a city fortune there's no getting on that way." "Why, the man is actually discour aged. Now you need some American pluck, old chap. An American of your age wouldn't give up." "But, hang it all! an American knows how to do things, you know, and like as not he'd nothing to begin with, by Jove! Now I'd a lot to begin with, and here's it's all taken away." "Look at young Bines. 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