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WON BY WAITING
By Victor Redcliffe
(Copyright, 1915, W. G. Chapman)
"Six hundred dollars."
"Five hundred. It's my last offer
and it's the biggest bargain on the
market Cost eleven hundred. And
say you've got three hundred dol
lars cash. Good, pay that down and
the rest on any kind of installments.
Mark Bartlettj, gazed admiringly
and longingly aHfte really handsome
automobile that a professional sales
man had just driven into the farm
yard. It had of course been especi
ally burnished up for the occasion,
but the make was standard, and
there was no doubt that the price
named was exceedingly low.
Nearly all the young farmer friends
of Mark had machines. Most of them
were courting, or engaged, just as
Mark was to pretty Mary Dowe. Mark
had felt for some time that it gave
distinction to a man to own one of
the handsome flyers, and show his
adored one how fast it could run. In
fact, the agent had appeared because
Mark had been making inquiries
about a machine.
"Not now," finally decided Mark,
his lips setting resolutely as if it was
hard work to say it "Next season,
maybe. Come and see me then."
The agent got back into his ma
chine and returned townward disap
pointed. Mark's uncle, sharpening a
scythe on a bench near by, looked up
and addressed his nephew.
"Wanted it bad, didn't you, Mark?"
"I did that for Mary's sake," re
plied Mark, frankly, "and because I
see a good deal of pleasure for a hard
worker like myself. It's better to
wait, though," he aded consolingly,
though with a sigh.
"Think that, eh?"
"Tell you, uncle," explained Mark;
"yesterday I would have taken the
machine, for I could pay half for it
and I'm not afraid that there will be
no surplus when I get rid of my two
crops this fall. You see, though, our
neighbor, Mr. Warner, came to me
this morning. His wife is very ill and
the doctor says that all that will save
her is an expensive operation in the
city. Poor Warner. He's in debt, the
bank won't loan him and well, I'm
going to let him have the money."
"Why, Mark!" exclaimed his pru
dent, far-seeing uncle, "Warner is in
It Struck the Wagon
a pretty risky fix. He's got his place
mortgaged and can hardly pay the
"It's life or death to him," answer
ed Mark. "If he never pays me, I
shall have the satisfaction of know
ing I tried to help an honest, worthy
man in his darkest hour."
"Good boy!" muttered the uncle,
but to himself, as Mark turned away.
"Bless me! if taters go up and I Bed