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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 10, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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ped down the street beside her like a
young man again.
There was no doubt of it They
were to be. married some day some
day, when Eph's dreams came true.
But Eph wouldn't hear of his wife
working, and twelve dollars cut no
ice even in Lausanne. Worst of all,
Eph still had those invention ideas
swarming in his head. He didn't stay
long at work. As soon as he had
saved a hundred dollars he put up a
shed and started on his models. This
time he was devising a new torpedo.
A hundred dollars, with board to
meet, doesn't go far in making tor
pedoes. Eph became raggeder and more
unkempt It was seen that he would
never be able to take care of Polly.
Only the girl and her mother be
lieved in him at all, and he was get
ting behind in his board. The chances
of1 marriage were more and more re
mote. People spoke indignantly of
the fellow.
Then the war broke out, and Eph's
torpedo was nearly completed. He
had the plans drawn,- and off he went
to Washington, to submit them to the
patent office. He found that he
would have to prove they were work
able and returned to the factory. He
was refused permission to experi
ment there it was the busy season.
Nobody in Lausanne would help
Eph, even if he had wanted to be
helped. Jim Carew set the pace, and
he was bitter against Eph. Carew
had turned Eph's invention into a
company concern, and he was loaded
down to the heels with the worthless
stock. Jim wanted Polly badly; he
humbled himself to go to the mag
nate and ask for work as his chauf
feur! "Your man's left, I hear,". Eph be
gan. "You want the job," said Carew,
and a devilish clever thought came
to him. "How would twenty-five a
week suit you?" he asked.
"Finely," said Eph.
"I'll take you, then. And I'll pay
you twenty-five in the Knight com
pany stock."
Eph never blinked. "That suits
me," he answered. And he went to
The Knight company, insolvent as
ever, made steel castings in a small
way, and the twenty-five dollar
shares were still to be had, if anyone
wanted them, at about $3 apiece.
The widow had fifty. Carew held
40,000, and every Saturday one was
unloaded on Eph. After a counle of
months the magnate grew reckless.
"I'll raise you to a hundred," he
said. That meant about $12 a week
to Eph. Actually, Carew was afraid
of losing a good chauffeur. I'll make
it two hundred" he said a little later.
"Pretty good salary for a chauf
feur?" "Yes, sir," said Eph.
Eight shares a week passed into
Eph's pocket, or twenty-five dollars
at the actual Knight prices. In six
months he held something over 200
shares, representing a capital of
$600. Polly was jubilant He had
Spoken of marrying her. ,
One Saturday Carew said, 'Til buy
back those shares at $5 apiece, Eph.
I hear the company's doing a little
business. I understand you haven't
cashed in qn them."
"I'm going to hold them, sir," said
Eph. "I'm going to sell them my tor
pedo and, when they start manufac
turing, the shares will be worth the
old price, and something more,"
"Well, I'll pay you cash in future,"
groumbled Carew-
"There won't be any future," an
swered Eph. "I'm going to leave you
tomorrow, Mr. Carew."
He did, and the bans were put up
in church, "while Eph went back to
the shed and invested everything in
a forge and torpedo metal. Folks
pitied Polly now. They spoke more
harshly of Eph than ever. He had
sold his stock at six, and it was ris
ing, rising.
It became twelve, twenty, fifty.
The war boom broke with a ven-

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