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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 31, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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' By Harold Carter
(Copyright, 1916,-W- G. Chapman.)
It had been a slashing day oil the
exchange. Interests which, Jephson
fcad thought at enmity had combined
against him. Jephson was ruined.
It was the last episode of a long-drawn-out
fight against him, in
which one man, with a paltry five
millions, had f ouht twenty times his
wealth, had fought a losing battle
for weeks, culminating in this da"y.
. Bitterly Jephson reflected that
somebody in his office had betrayed
him. It was Edgar, his clerk, most
probably. Jephson smiled cynically
as, beaten and helpless, he watched
the suave assistant ga'ther his pa
pers together. v ,
"We're done for,. sir," said Edgar.
"I think so," answered Jephson,
Miss Garrett, this stenographer,
put-the- cover on her typewriter. The
clerks in the outer, room had already
departed. Each was under a month's
notice, issued at the beginning of the
fight and revocable in case of vic
tory. They had mostly found other
berths long since.
"Edgar," said Jephson, suddenly,
"have you another position?"
"No, sir. I thought I'd stay as long
as you wanted me."
"That will do," said the ruined
mon, with a sudden outburst of tem
per. "You can go. It is no use com
ing back. I will send you a check to
morrow." Edgar took his hat and left the
room. Miss Garrett put on hers and
went to the ladies' rbom to put on.
her veiL Jephson was left alone. '
It had taken him five years to jump
from obscurity into the light of pub
licity. He had had $50,000,000 at
one time. The battle had been a
grim .one. He had planned to domi
nate the Street and the Street had
swept him away and taken what he
had made. Jejhson smiled. Some
day he would come back; but. ,
"I beg your pardon, Mr5. Jephson."
Edgar was standing at his side. t ,
Jephspn looked up with a frown. . "i'v
"I have reason to believe that Miss
Garrett has violated your confi
dence." -HK
"Reason?"' queried Jephson. . V'
"That confidential paper about O. '
fl Unl r1.
He Opened a Drawer and Took Out
a Revolver
& F. disappeared from my desk last
week. It was the key to the situa
tion. I had taken the precaution to
make a copy. I found the original
this afternoon hidden in MJss Gar
rett's notebook. I had suspected a
leakage for a long timQ. Here is the
original. Mr. Jephson. and perhaps

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