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"THE RIGHT MAN"
By Selina Elizabeth Higgins.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"My last' cent!" spoke Harold Clive.
He stood in a side-comer of a dark'
entrance of the great "metropolitan
postoffice building, a handkerchief in
one hand, a large sealed envelope in
"And my last hope as to work in
this big heartless city," he added.
The envelope contained his letters
of recommendation, .which he was
"She's Taking a Big Risk," He
forwarding in answer to an adver
tisement for a bookkeeper. The
handkerchief he was applying to fix
the stamps he had just attached to
It was, as he said, the last for
lorn hope of existence. He had no
money, he had no prospect of em
ployment. Fierce realities stared him
in the face.
Til mail it, wait a day or two and
then back to the farm home I wish
I had never left!"
With "the words Clive moved to
wards a mail chute. It was just dusk
and crowds were passing through
the building. Prom the dim proces
sion suddenly a female form glided.
One glimpse Clive had of a fair, pale
"Give it to me quick!" she
breathed in agitation. "There!"
With the sentence she tore the en
velope from the hand of the aston
ished Clive. With the final word she
extended him a similar package. It
slipped his grasp and fell to the floor.
"Gone!" he ejaculated, as he arose
from stooping to recover it, all athrill
from the startling episode of the mo
ment. Yes, his envelope had been wrest
ed from him and its appropriator,
mingling with the surging crowd, had
disappeared utterly. Clive stood
blankly staring at the package in his
"A mistake," he decided. "Some-body-with
a handkerchief and an en
velope had an appointment to meet
that yoqng lady and exchange
what? love letters, I suppose. Her
urgency shows Utile consideration
for the man she took me for. What
am I to do?"
Perhaps the package he had re
ceived could cast some light upon the
subject. Clive drew back into his
former shadow. He removed the
rubber bands holding the parcel in
tact. "The mischief!" he fairly gasped.
There was wealth to him, friend
less, hungry, penniless, absolute opul
ence! There flashed up to his startled
gaze a bracelet studded with rare
gems, a flat roll-of crisp new bank
notes. There was two certificates of
stock for 5500 each. On the back
Was a transfer, the ink .looking fresh,
was signed: "Eva Wardell."
What did it all mean? In view, of
that beautiful, refined face, express"
ing urgency and agony bribery?
blackmail! Clive stepped further
back into the shadow to study it out.
"The right man!"