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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 17, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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ernoon and go up to town the first
thing in tue morning to show him the
has got hold of the wrong end of the
Miss Nancy took leave of him in
some further confusion. In fact, when
she had gone, the young man felt
that he would like to have the case
spin out for a year with daily con
sultations. For a year? Forever.
As for Nancy Lawrence, we are
not entitled to inquire into the state
of her feelings, since a girl is not
permitted to have any until they are
evoked by a formal declaration. But
when she had turned the corner she
fairly danced up the street home
ward. A brief examination of the will
convinced Cyril that the scoundrel
had absolute right over the property.
However, he ran up to town and had
an interview with him. The young
man was no match for the hardened
old blackguard. The colonel had kept
Inside the law by the skin of his
teeth; he 'admitted that the future
of the oil companies was doubtful,
but said that he could make them,
succeed by putting three-quarters of'
a million into them, which he pro
posed to do.
"You are a scoundrel, sir!" flashed
out Blair.
"Prove it," snapped the colonel.
"Out of your own mouth, sir."
"Not evidence," said the colonel,
laughing and biting off the end of a
cigar. "Not evidence. You haven't a
dictaphone and a stenographer in
your pocket, have you?.- Then, as a
lawyer, you will admit that I have
you skinned. However, I'm going to
pull through. I don't mind telling
you that I've sunk a hundred thou
sand of Miss Nancy's money, and I'm
going to pull it out with the remain
der." Blair retired, white-hot, but baf
fled. He was utterly worsted, and
had the sense to acknowledge It. He
told Miss Nancy as much.
"It looks as though the only thing
Jo do is to wait another year, till you I
can make him give an accounting,"
he said. "Of course, we can go to
law. But he'll use your money to
block our application until he's run
through with the money and heaped
up a pile for himself. However, I
have an idea."
"What is it?" asked the girl. 5
Cyril smiled. "I can't disclose it
yet," he said. "It will take perhaps
a month. He won't run through much 4
by then. You see, he's booming the $
companies just now. The collapse
will be due in about three months' "'
time. Now, I think I can save your
money if you trust me."
She trusted him implicitly, so
much so that when he said a daily
conference at the office would be
necessary, Miss Nancy did not de
mur. But the conferences did not
seem very businesslike. Yet they
were sufficiently pleasant to be con
tinued after office hours, at Miss
Nancy's home. And long before the
month was ended they were sure
that they loved each other.
"When are you going to tell me
the plan?" she asked one day.
Cyril looked steadily at her. "I
have no plan' he answered.
The girl turned white. "Do you
mean you have been deceiving me?"
she inquired, ominously calm.
"No," he answered. "I meant it at
the time, but now I see it is impos
sible." The girl rose from her chair and
fingered her gloves nervously. She
turned toward the door. Then she
came suddenly back. She sat down
at his side. "Tell me!" she whispered.
And in an instant they were in each
other's arms.
"Nancy, I did not see it as clearly
then," said the young lawyer pres- -ently.
"I thought If you were mar
ried you could at once obtain an in- 1
junction, and compel the fellow to .
disgorge. And I loved you. I meant
to win you. I did not reflect on the
dishonor of it, you a rich girl, and L
with hardly a penny to my name."
"That was not dishonorable," sh .

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