How a Young Man Saved a
Fortune and Got
By HELOISE BRAYTON
Copyright. 1910, by American Press
ooooooooooooooooooooooooo John Winslow, head of the house of
Winslow & Co., one of the largest and
iwealthiest engineering firms in Amer
ica, while sitting at his desk in his
iprivate office was handed a telegram,
which he read eagerly, and his eye
isparkled with joy. He had been bid
ding against the Eureka Bridge com
pany for the building of a large sec
tion of a western railroad, and the
^message was an announcement that
his bid had been accepted. He expect
ed through this contract to double his
His first thought was to communi
cate the good news to the person he
loved bestthe only one he loved in
the world. Mr. Winslow was a wid
ower with one child, a daughter.
"Kennedy!" called Mr. Winslow, toss
ing the telegram on his desk.
A young man responded to the call
to find his employer scratching a note.
When finished Mr. Winslow handed it
to him, telling him to send it to his
daughter at once. Kennedy went out
side and looked for an office boy to
carry the note. Not finding one, he
put on his hat and went with it him
self. His ring was answered by a
maid, who told him when he said he
had a note for Miss Winslow that he
would find her in the drawing room.
She was practicing at her harp.
A pretty girl sitting at a harp is an
attractive sight. Ned Kennedy was at
an age to be affected by such a sight
and possibly magnified its beauty. At
any rate, he saw the vision of his life.
Years have passed since then, but to
this day he treasures it in his heart
the heart that in a twinkling passed
to the girl at the instrument.
And she? Before her stood a young
ster a few years her senior, with a
bright, honest face, a pair of ruddy
boyish cheeks and a smile that seemed
to her entrancing. He was holding
out a note to her. She arose, took the
note, recognized her father's writing,
opened it and read his announcement
that he had secured the contract on
which he had spent most of his time
for the better part of a year.
"Oh, I'm so glad!" she exclaimed.
"But pardon me. Won't you be seat-
"No, thank you I must get right
hack to the office."
"Did papa tell you he'd got the con
"Oh, no he doesn't tell me things
I'm only his employee. But I'm very
much pleased to hear that he has suc
ceeded. I've done a lot of figuring for
him on that contract"
"Are you an engineer?"
"Yes. I was graduated last year in
the scientific school Your father ap
plied for one of our class, and I was
assigned to him
The young man looked happy, and
the girl looked happy and tried to
think of some more pleasant things
that her father had said about him
Though he declined to be seated, he
asked her if she would not play just
one piece on her harp, and she did, or,
rather, she sang "Annie Laurie," ac
companying herself on her instrument.
Any one who has heard that song ac
companied by a harp knows of the
depth of feeling there is in it. From
that moment to Ned Kennedy "Annie
Laurie" was none other than Elsie
When the engineer got back to the
office he discovered that he had been
with the young lady an hour, thinking
he had been -with her ten minutes, and
his chief was impatiently awaiting
him. Mr Winslow asked him where
he had been so long, and he replied
that he had earned the note himself
since none of the boys was at hand.
Then he threw out a danger signal in
a blush, but his employer failed to un
Three months was the time specified
for the beginning of the contract work.
During this period Winslow & Co
spent a fortune in materials and othei
preparation While this was going on
Ned Kennedy and Elsie Winslow were
making all sorts of excuses to meet,
and within six weeks a mutual con
fession had been made and the lovers
were terror lest Elsie's father should
discover the extent to which matters
had gone, for Elsie knew that sh*
"would not be permitted to marry any
one, especially a poor young engineer
earning $25 a week
Such cases always run the same
course The lovers think they are en
during no end of excruciating torture,
but they are not. When love tortures
end prosaic marriage begins, and as
husband and wife the couple take in
finite pleasure in reading of other cou
ples' love tortures. The denouement
came in time. Ned Kennedy sent a
note to his ladylove, not knowing that
iter father was at home Mr. Winslow
received it and took it to his daughter.
This time the danger signal was in
terpreted. Then Elsie threw herself
into her father's arms and confessed
No one likes to be deceived. The fa
ther should have realized that stolen
fruit is the sweetest and had compas
sion. Instead he blamed his employee
for what he termed dishonorable con
duct and blamed his daughter for keep
ing from him such an important mat
ter. She *ried to excuse herself on
,the ground that she was afraid to tell.
She really thought this was true. It
was not. She did not tell of her love
because she took pleasure in it, in
Mr. Winslow was so irritated with
Kennedy that he paid him his salary
and discharged him. He supposed his
action to be based on the young man
winning his daughter's love without
permission. He forgot that he had
won the girl's mother in the same
way. The true reason was that he
was irritated because he had been
stupidly ignorant of what was going
The day when a commencement on
the contract must be made drew near.
One morning Mr. Winslow while per
fecting his plans to make sure of the
smallest details had all his formula
spread out before him on a table. The
weather was cold and blustery, and a
fire of logs blazed on a hearth near
which he had drawn his table for
warmth. Opening the door to leave
the room for a moment, he met a
brisk current of air. When he return
ed his papers had disappeared from
the table. Terrified, he looked about
for them on the floor. Then in the
fireplace he noticed several bits of half
burned paper. Taking one of them
out, he found it to be a part of his
formula. Everything had been burned.
In one week he must begin work or
forfeit his contract If it was forfeit
ed he would lose not only the splendid
profit he had expected, but thousands
upon thousands that he had expended
in preparation would be almost a total
lossa loss that would bankrupt him.
There was but one thing to dohe
must reconstruct his plans. There was
no time to make new ones. The old
ones must be set down from memory.
He was no longer young. Indeed, he
had reached an age where memory is
grown defective. He hurried a mes
sage to the telegraph office asking for
an extension of time. No reply came
till the next day, when he was wired
that it would be impossible to grant
When Elsie saw her father come in
at the front door that evening she
thought he was some broken down old
man she had never seen before. Tak
ing him in her arms, she supported
him to the library, where he sank into
a chair, while she knelt beside him
with her arms about his neck. She
knew what had happened to his pa
pers and inferred that his application
for an extension had been refused.
"Father," she said, "I've something
to tell you. Listen. I wrote Ned Ken
nedy of this misfortune. This after
noon I received a reply, which said:
4I can reconstruct the formula.'"
It seemed to Elsie that an electric
shock had been infused into her fa
ther's frame. With a bound he sprang
from his chair.
"Can he?" he exclaimed.
There was no room for wounded
pride, no words of regret at being
obliged to humble himself by asking a
favor of the man he had discharged
from his service.
"Where is he? Can you get him
Elsie sprang away to a telephone, in
a few minutes was in communication
with her lover, and in twenty minutes
more he was with them.
"Elsie says" began her father.
"I know it," interrupted Elsie, rub
bing her hands gleefully.
"I have a good deal of the work I
did," said Kennedy, "in my room,
where I worked nights, odds and ends
of figuring. These will assist my mem
ory, and I am sure I can recall the
Mr. Winslow stood looking at the
young man in a dazed way for a few
moments, then caught him in his
arms and hugged him.
"You can! You can! I know you
can! That memory of yours! It's won
derful! When can you begin?"
"I'll go to my room and begin at
"No, no not there Bring any figur
ing you may have here. Stay right
here till the work is finished."
Ned was followed to the door by
Elsie, where several minutes were lost
in a clinging embrace, prolonged in
the knowledge that from that time
forward they had the upper hand
Then the lover ran all the way to his
room, snatched up a roll of papers he
had collected with this very purpose
in view and ran all the way back. He
found Elsie and her father about to sit
down to dinner and joined them. Mr
Winslow was absorbed in the matter
of the formula He said nothing, ex
cept to interrupt Ned and Elsie occa
sionally, who kept up a constant gab
ble, the old man asking if Ned thought
he could supply this detail and that
detail, and Ned always assured him
that he could, though with regard to
some of them he was not altogether
After dinner Ned was given a desk
in the library, with plenty of station
ary. Mr. Winslow insisted on helping
him, but Ned declared that he could
get on better alone. So at 9 o'clock
Elsie insisted on her father going to
bed to recuperate from the strain he
had been under and carried him off
upstairs. As soon as she had tucked
him in bed she went down to her
There are youthful idiosyncrasies,
one of which was illustrated by the
young couple. One would suppose
that they would both appreciate the
necessity of Ned at once getting at a
work of such vital importance to all
concerned. What did they do? Sat
in the same chair in each other's arms
till 2 o'clock in the morning. And
what did they say? Let those who
have spent hours under the same cir
cumstances tellif they can remem
ber. At 2 a. m. Elsie went to bed, and
Ned worked till breakfast was an
Nevertheless within two or three
days the formula was reconstructed.
Ned married Elsie and is now at the
head of the Winslow company.
THE I'KINCETON UNION: ^THUKSDAY
Some Amusing Peculiarities of
the Eccentric Artist.
BARRING OUT BILL BEARERS.
Ha Knew the Knock of Each Collector
and the Amount It Represented.
London Cabbies Had Good Reason to
Fight Shy of the Erratic Genius.
There was a steady stream of credi
tors at the King street studio in those
days, says a writer in the Century.
Whistler made no effort to conceal the
fact that he was deeply in debt One
uay as we were busily and silently
working there came a loud business
like rap at the door. Whistler listened
"Psst!" said he. "That's one and
Within half an hour there was an
other rap, not quite so loud.
"Two and six." said Whistler.
"What on earth do you mean?" I
isked after a time.
"One pound ten shillings two
pounds six shillings. Vulgar trades
men with their bills, colonel. They
want payment Ah, well!" he sighed
with an exaggerated air of sadness
and returned to his canvas.
Then came another knock, a most
gentle, insinuating rap.
"Dear me," said Whistler, "that must
be all of twenty! Poor fellow, I really
must do something for him! So sorry
I'm not in."
I could not take the situation sc
placidly and seized eagerly the first
opportunity of financial aid that pre
sented itself. A rich American, so
journing in London, asked me what
he could purchase and take back with
him in the way of art
"By all means get a set of Whistler's
etchings. Unquestionably he will
make for you a selection. I'll speak to
him." I told him, and hurried back
with the good news.
Whistler was delighted, and for a
day worked busily, overhauling and
sorting his proofs. The selection was
a splendid one and called for a sub
stantial payment It was arranged
that Whistler should meet the pur
chaser at a bank in Queen street the
following morning and receive his
Most men under the circumstances
would have thought of little else, but
by the next morning Whistler had
wholly forgotten his engagement He
had begun a new canvas, and was
completely absorbed in it. For a while
I expostulated in vain.
"Come, Whistler," I said finally, "you
have been away from America so long
that you don't appreciate the value of
time to the traveler, particularly the
American traveler. You must not keep
the man waiting."
"Very well," said he, laying down his
brush, with a sigh. "Now we'll go."
"Why we?" I replied. "I don't want
to go," I protested firmly. To tell the
truth, I was looking forward with a
great deal of comfort to a morning all
"Oh, but you must," he said calmly,
bringing my coat and hat and present
ly we stood in front of the house sig
naling a cab.
One came up readily enough, but
after one scrutinizing look upon the
cabby's part, drove swiftly by an
other went through the same strange
proceedings. I looked questioningly at
Whistlerthis odd circumstance had
happened before we were together
but Whistler was calmly signaling. At
length a cabby took us in.
Whistler always carried as a walk
ing stick a long, slender wand, a sort
of a mahlstick, nearly three-quarters
of his own height We were no sooner
seated than he began poking his stick
at the horse The animal reared,
plunged wildly and started down the
street at a breakneck gallop, while the
astonished cabby swore freely and
tugged desperately at the reins.
Whistler looked calmly ahead and kept
Butcher boys and grocer boys made
wild leaps for safety outraged cabbies
whipped their horses out of the way
just in time burly draymen bawled
curses after us, and still we went
merrily on. Little wonder, thought I,
in the midst of my amazement and
resentment, that Whistler never gets
the same cab twice.
Suddenly he began waving his cane
and shouting "Whoa!" He took the
astonished cabby severely to task for
driving so fast upon the public high
way and ordered him back to a corner
we had just passed.
Here a greengrocer's shop, with its
orderly and colorful array of fruits
and vegetables, had caught Whistler's
eye as we whirled by. He surveyed it
critically now from two different po
sitions, the cabby merely obeying his
orders, under the belief, I presume,
that it was policy to humor a lunatic.
"Isn't it beautiful!" exclaimed Whis
tler. He pointed his long cane at one
corner. "I believe I'll have that crate
of oranges moved over thereagainst
jthat background of green. Yes, that's
Itetter," he added contentedly.
We drove on to the bank, where we
found the American pacing up and
down in no pleasant frame of mind
but Whistler soon had him pacified,
and we left him waving and smiling
adieus at us.
The incident at the greengrocer's
shop reads like an arrant affectation
It was not. however. Whistler, as
usual, was merely most natural. The
following morning be posted his easel
at the corner and painted the shop that
TESTNG FIRE CLAY.
The Most Practical Method la to Lit
erally Eat It.
Fire clay has been in use for cen
turies, and yet I believe the Industry
is one which lacks definite laws more
than any other, including those which
are either modern or ancient and of
less prominence. You can go to a
manufacturer of steel and specify
what you want by actual figures or
statements and you can check the prod
uct by chemical analysis or mechanical
tests and thus make sure you get what
you need. The producer knows how to
combine certain elements and what
quantities of various kinds to combine
in order to get a result at least very
closely approaching what you call for.
but not so in the fire clay business. In
the past the most skilled and highest
salaried chemists have been employed
to make tests, to promote and carry
through investigations on the natural
product and to study the workings of
certain manufactured and elaborated
articles derived therefrom. The result
has been, generally speaking, confusion
worse confounded. Two professors,
working at similar times on brick or
clay obtained from the same source
and manufactured under exactly equal
conditions, have recorded diametrically
opposed conclusions! The same scien
tists at different periods have reached
vastly varying conclusions when test
ing identical qualities and shapes of
bricks, so can you wonder if a promi
nent fire clay manufacturer should ex
claim, as I heard one on an occasion
after having the above experience.
"All tests of fire clay are empirical, and
I would sooner trust our superintend
ent to pick and select his clays in the
old fashioned way than pay a high fee
for a highbrow's recommendations?"
The chief method of testing fire clay
by a practical man is literally to eat
it He can detect grit and sand best
by that method, and a good fire clay
(free from silica, quartzite or flint
clay) is free from grit His only other
personal test is by experimentEn
A CHINESE BANQUET.
Culinary Mysteries That Bewildered
One moment we were eating ducks'
eggs whose blackened, lime flavored
whites indicated that their age was
unimpeachable the next we were grap
pling with sea weeds, macaroni and
the slippery sharks' fins that eluded
our clumsily manipulated sticks. Now
we tacklednot without fearun
known meats and vegetables cooked in
sugar, fresh shrimps, mushrooms from
Mongolia, young bamboo sprouts, pi
geons' eggs and a hundred different
foreign tasting messes. Then clean
plates were given to us, and bowls of
sickly pink sirup, "sweet potato and
Indian corn cakes of dusky hue were
set before each one. These were only
crevice fillers and concluded the first
and lighter portion of the repast Now
came the real substantial meal, where
in every dish had an accompaniment
of smaller ones, containing gravies,
etc., in which to dip the morsel taken
from the central bowl.
There was stewed duck cooked with
out salt, roast sucking pig, forcemeat
balls and chicken there were soups of
birds' nest, of mushroom, of vegetables
and of sea s^ugs There was grilled
fresh water fish, which, according to
custom, was helped from the top side
only, for the Chinese remembers his
servant And, finally, at the conclu
sion the inevitable small bowl of rice
(and rice water was set before each
After some three hours, with a feel
ing of thankfulness that all was over,
pipes, cigarettes and tea were served,
and it seemed to me that the delicious
aroma which rose from the latter
soothed our senses and almost dis
pelled the antipathy that had been
growing on us for all things Chinese.
Mary Moore in London Express.
The Kind Needed.
"Dear me," said the first young wo
man, taking her initial lesson in golf,
"what shall I do now? This ball is in
"Well, let me see," said her compan
ion, rapidly turning the leaves of a
book of instructions. "I presume you
will have to take a stick of the right
shape to get it out"
"Oh, yes of course," was the some
what cynical reply. "Well, see if you
can find one shaped like a dustpan and
brush."New York Tribune
Kissing In Iceland.
Among old time laws against kissing
those of Iceland appear to have been
the most severe. Banishment was the
penalty laid down for kissing another
man's wife, either with or without her
consent The same punishment was
enforced for kissing an unmarried wo
man against her will if it could be
proved that she had consented to be
kissed the offender was still liable to
a fine of a great quantity of cloth for
A Startling Reply.
An English country bookseller sent
to London for a copy of a book called
"Happy Husbands." The work was
out of print, but the wholesale agent
certainly might have Intimated the
fact differently. He replied that
"There are no 'Happy Husbands' in
MammaJohnny, what is the baby
yelling about? JohnnyNothin'. I
jest took his milk and showed him
how to drink itCleveland Leader.
Learn to say "No," and it will be of
more use to you than to be able to
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Going Out of Business
Rubbing It In.
"What made the boss glare so at that
man who just went out?" said one
waiter to another.
"When he paid his bill for a fifty
cent dinner he asked if there was any
place in the neighborhood, anyhow,
where a fellow could go and get a
decent meal for fifty cents."New
The MistressBridget, I must object
to your having a new beau every
Bight The CookThin buy betther
food! One'll niver come again wance
he's tackled what I have t' serve him!
In the Sunken Submarine.
"It's too annoying that we should be
stuck down here. I bought myself the
most splendid tomb only last week."
All philosopftf *.~3 In two words,
sustain and rfcsteio Eplctetus.
I THANK the public for their liberal patronage
of the past 20 years, and hope for a continu
ance of the same for the brief time that it takes to
close out my stock. Reductions are being made in I
all lines. Below are some of the prices on groceries:
Spices, per pound OQ I
Celluloid Starch, per pkg "j
Red Cross Starch, per pkg 7C
Stock Salmon, large can |3
White Drip Syrup, per gal 3Qc
Bengal Sorghum, per gal 5Qc
Wild Rice, 2 lbs. for 25c I
Olives, 20 oz. jar for 25c
The feet demand lighter covering during the hot
weather like the rest of the body.
Summer foot comfort is essentially a matter of proper
shoes. Winter shoes in summer are no more suitable than
Oxfords Are Ideal
We have a complete range of all the shades that are
right for the season. Many of them are distinctive in de
signmodishgiving opportunity for individuality.
We have them for Men, Women and children.
Men's $2.50 to $5.00
Women's $1.50 to $3.50
Children's $1.00 to $2.00
A pleasure to show you.
The Princeton Boot and Shoe Man
Job Printing and Job Printing
IHERE are two kinds of Job PrintingDhat which is neat and
artistic and that which possesses neither of these qualities. The
Princeton Union makes it a point to turn out none but the former
kind,[and the Union finds this easy because it has the type, machinery
and skilled labor with which to accomplish it.
Nothing Looks Worse Than
Botched Job Printing.
It is a drawback to the business of a merchant or anyone else who uses
it. Botched Job Printing suggests loose methods. Then why not use
the kind printed by the Union? It costs you no more and gives the
public a good impression of your business. The Princeton Union is
prepared to execute every description of
Commercial and Fancy Printing
at short notice and nominal prices. If you are in need of letterheads,
noteheads, billheads, statements, cards, posters, programs, wedding
invitations or any other work in the printing line, an order for the
same placed with the Union will insure its being produced in an at-
tractive and up-to-date style.
A Proud Moment.
"The proudest day of her life, this
is," said the woman who watched the
third floor bride go out dressed in her
"How do you make that out?" said
another woman enviously. "I thought
last Thursday was her proudest day.
She got married then."
"Ah, yes, but today she goes calling
for the first time and leaves one of her
husband's cards with her own. Any
married woman who can remember
back that far will tell you that the
first time she distributed the calling
cards of some man who belonged to
her was the day she truly felt her im
portance."New York Sun.
Hadn't Heard It.
"Money talks," asseverated Gilder
"I am not so sure of that," retorted
Throckmorton. "It Is not on speak
ing terms with me."Detroit Free
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