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She missed him before he had been
gone a week. She wrote him friendly
letters showing that she esteemed
him, and they were sweet balm to his
anxious soul at the most trying pe
riod of his life.
For Albion, inexperienced in the
ways of the professional promoter
and financier, was suddenly confront
ed with worry and complication that
tested all his faith and nerve. The
.broker had proceeded to develop his
formula by organizing a stock com
pany. This cost money. There was
expensive advertising, there was
large fees to pay to expert chemists
and engineers. The $2,000 was soon
"A thousand more and we shall see
daylight," promised the broker.
"Impossible!" groaned Albion. "I
have absolutely exhausted my last re
source." "Too bad to fail now, when a few
weeks' further negotiations will place
us in a fully organized condition. Are
you willing to borrow the new thou
sand?" "But I have nb security to give,"
declared Albion gloomily.-
"Oh, yes, you have,"-"insisted the
glib and resourceful promoter, "there
is the stock of the company."
"It isn't worth its face," began Al
bion. "No, not yet, but it will be some
time," declared the optimistic broker.
"If you are willing to put up a con
trolling block of the stock as collat
eral I can get you the loan."
"Go ahead," acceded Albion, though
So, following devious ways, the
broker financed the proposition along
until one day the end came. The
people who had loaned the money de
manded its return, with exorbitant
interest as due, and threatened to
seize and sell out the cherished life
work of Albion for a mere song.
"I've got to go back home!" de
clared Albion. "I'm half sick, totally
discouraged and almost hopeless' of
raising any more capital. How long
have the. creditors given us to pay
"I'll try," said Albion, but weakly.
He started for home really ill and
arrived at the little quiet home town
prostrated with a dangerous fever.
Of what transpired during the next
three weeks Albion Weare knew lit
tle, and thatiduring brief lucid mo
ments. In one of these he smiled
faintly as his nurse gently informed
him that she had been sent by Miss
Tyrell. Then within an hour Albion
was back in. the grasp of the wasting
fever, raving over the lost invest
ment, the days of grace, the end of
which would se him bereft of his
At times, however, his delirious
mood grew into soft and tender ap
peals to the woman to whom he had
never told his love. And In the ad
joining room Helen Tyrell hid her
blushing face in her hands and her
breath came quicker, and the swift
tears told of the deep, heartfelt in
terest she felt in this lonely man,
buffetted so cruelly by the adverse
tides of fate.
f-' One evening Miss Tyrell was visit
ed by a stranger. He was the broker
who had vainly awaited the promised
return of his client to the city. It
was natural that he should tell the
story disclosing the negotiations of
Albion. In the wealthy heiress he
found a willing and sympathetic aud
itor. The nurse attending Albion hasten
ed into the sick room one beautiful
June morning at the unexpected call
of lier patient Her face brightened,
for in one glance at the bed she had
read the first tokens of a past crisis
and the promise of convalescence in
the, wasted face.
He was straining his eyes towards
a calendar upon the opposite wall.
He motioned to the nurse weakly.
"Tell me," he spoke hoarsely "the
the day of the month."
Innocently she named it A deep
groan burst from the lips of the sick
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