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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 12, 1912, Image 19

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"Q yes, indeed," said the re
porter, smiling, "but you know,
Mr, Bremerton, that the story has
never come from ypur own lips.
You have succeeded in secluding
-ydurself from all the newspaper
men. Now it would be a great
,-feather in my cap if you would
give me an exclusive interview."
Bremerton softened, a little.
With the loss of his fortune, the
wreck of all his hopes, with noth
ing at all saved out of the ruin,
why should he not at least be in
strumental in bringing , a frag
ment of reputation to this young
man at his side, whose pertin
acious good humor had already
won his sympathy .
"You see, sir," the reporter
continued, "of course we have all
the details of the failure. We
know that you $vere made the vic
tim of an unscrupulous gang of
financiers who wanted your prop
erties. Nobody has ever breathed
a word against your reputation".
When the crash came you wen):
back, faced the music, and came
out with flying" colors. But what
are you going to do now? You
are an Iowa man by birth, are you
not? And you never married,
Mr. Bremerton ? Have you come
back fo settle in your state and
rnarry your first sweetheart? I
want a real human story."
"A real human story!" repeat
ed Bremerton mechanically, and
smileda little bitterly at the irony
of events which, had left his life,
except for his widened exper
ience, just where It had been
" when he left Framington, a pen
niless country boy, fifteen, years
before. And his first sweetheart:
Lizzie Gray! Shqwas only fif
teen then and he twenty-one, bift
he was going to become rich and
famous in the metropolis per
haps he would even make twenty
dollars a week and thenj when
that miracle occurred, he was go-1
ing to send her the fare to come
to him, and they would live hap-t
pily all their lives. Hetrad' writ
ten every day for a mqntK-, then
every other day, then twice a
week; once a week, once ajnonth;
after -a ,year his letters, ceased.
After .two -years -he had stooped
thinlcrag. oii heM"He4jad heard,
notongnerftvaVdfiCshe'was;
married, , - . T
'JPramington; QHange here
foHDes JkdmesT' houted the
conductor, SicI Jpfremerton start
ed up hastily .'aad-sejzed his suit
case. 'He "had taken passage" to
Des Moines although! he had
been' indifferent where hewent
Now that lie" refleqte$.he ,hd se-s
lected thaf place, .subconsciously
as it were, because ihVtrain.1pass
ed through Framington. "He had
wanted to see the old iown "again.
Standing upon the platform he
found the, reporter at his, elbow
He had entirely forgotten him.
"I'm afraid there's a wait of
two hours for the Des Moines
train," he said. "We just missed
the connection. Now, Mr. Brem
erton, won't you please help me
with that story? It will mean a
great deal to me, sir."
Bremerton was a m'Sn'of quick
decisions He pulled out his
watch. .'
"Three -o'clock," hesaid, glanc
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