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"I. Must. help:hfin, Ruth, no matter
`at What cost. Garry has been my
'friend for ;years; he has been •taken
up With his work, and so have .b, a d
we have drifted apart a little but
shall never forget him for his
nese to me when I first, game o.
York. I would never "have
Uncle -Peter but for.. or Aunt
Felicia, or --you, m ding."
Jack twaitedi undbr the • eheitet , of
the 'Overhanging root' until the young,
architect stepped frroit the car and
crossed the track. , Garry walked With
the sluggish movehrent of a tired, man
—hardly'able to drag his feet 'after
hint .:
I thought I'd come down to meet
you, Garry," Jack cried in his •old
buoyant tone. "It's pretty rough on
'you, old fellow, working po hard."
Garry raised his head and peered
into the speaker's face.
"Why, Jack!" he -exclaimed in a
surprised tone; the voice did not sound
like Garry's. "I didn't see you' in
the train. Have you been in New
York too?" He evidently understood
nothing of Jack's explanation. -
"No, I came down to meet you.
Corinne was at Mr. Macl' arlane's to-
day,-' and said You were not well,—
and so I thought I'd walk home with
you.'.'
"Oh, thank you, .old man, but I'm
all right. Corintie's nervous:—you
mustn't mind her. I've been f up
against it for two or three weeks now
—lot of work of all kinds, and that's
kept me a good deal -from home. I
don't wonder Cory's worried, but I
can't help it—not yet."
They had reached an overhead
light, and Jack caught a clearer view
of the man. What he saw sent a
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shiver through him. A great chane
had come over .his friend. His un-
tidy dress,—always so neat an8 well
kept; his hagggrd eyes and shambl-
ing, unsteady walk, so different from
his springy, debonair manner, all
showed that he 'had 'been and still
was under some terrible mental
strain. That' he had not been drink-
ing was evident from his utterance
and gait. This last discovery when
his condition was considered, disturb-
ed 'him most of all, for he saw that
Garry was going through some ter-
rible crisis, either professional or
financial.
As the two advanced toward the
doorof the station on their way to
the street, the big, burly form of Mc-
Gowan, the contractor, loomed up.
"I heard . you wouldn't be up till
late, Mr. Minott," he exclaimed gruf-
fly, blocking Garry's exit to the street.
"I couldn't find you at the Council or
at your office, se I had to come here.
We haven't had that last payment on
the church. The vouchers is all
ready for -your signature, so the head
trustee says,—and the money's where
you can git at it."
Garry braced his shoulders and his
jaw tightened. One secret of the
young architect's professional suc-
cess lay in his command over his
men. Although he wasconsiderate,
and sometimes familiar, he never per-
mitted any disrespect:
"Why, yes, - Mr. McGowan, that's
so," he tinswerel, stiffly. "I've been
in' New York a',good deal lately and
I . guess I've neglected things /here.
I'll try to some up in the morning,
and if everything's alL right I'll • get
a certificate and fill it up and you'll
get a check in a few. days."
"Yes, but you said that last week."
There was a sound of defiance in Mc-
Gowan's voice.
off I did I had good reason for
the delay," answered Garry with ar
flash of anger. "I'm not running my
office to suit you."
"Nor for anybody else who wants
his money and who's got to have it,
and I want to tell you, Mr. Minott,
right here, and I don't care. who hears
it, that I want mine or I'll know the
reason why."
Garry, wheeled fiercely and raised
his hand as if to strike the speaker,
then it dropped to his side.
"I don't blame you, Mr., McGowan,"
he said in a restrained, even voice. 'I
have no doubt that it's due you and
you 'ought to have it, but I've been
pretty hard pressed lately with some
matters in 1New York; so much so
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caeIt,.Seek because What he had to
-say be said when theywere
alone,—when he could ' get hold
of
Garry's hand and make him open his
heart.- ,. '
As they approached the small house
and mounted the steps leading to the
front porch, Corinne's face could be
seen pressed against a pane in one,
.the dining -room windows. Garry
touched Jack's arm and 'pointed- a-
head:
Poor Cory!" he exclaimed with a
deep sigh- "thtaitis the Way she is
every night. Coining home is some,
times the „worst hart of it all, Jack."
The door flew open 'and Corinn
sprang, out: ."Are you tired, dear?"•
she asked, peering into his face and
kissing him. Then turning to Jack:
"Thank you, Jack!—It was so' good
of you • to go. Ruth sent me word
you had gone,to meet him."
She led the way into the house,
relieving Garry of his hat, and mov-
ing up an easy chair stood beside it
until he had settled himself into its
depths.
Again she bent over and kissed
him: "How are things to -day, dear?
`—any better?" she inquiped in a
qua Bring voice.
"Some of them are better and some
are worse, Cory; but there's nothing
for you to worry about. That's what
I've been telling Jack. How's, the
baby? Anybody been here frothe
board?—Any letters?" -
"Baby's all right," the words came
slowly, as if all utterance gave her
pain. "No, there are no letters. Mr.
McGowan was here, but I told him
you wouldn't be' ahome till .late."
"Yes, I saw him," replied Garry,
dropping lits voice suddenly to a mon-
otone, an expression of pain followed
by a shade of anxiety settling on hie
face: McGowan and his affairs were
evidently unpleasant subjects. At this
instant the cry of a child was heard.
Garry roused himself and turned his
head.
"Listen—that's baby Crying! Bet-
ter go to her, Cory."
Garry waited until his wife had
left tate room, then he rose from his
chair, crossed to the sideboard, pour-
ed out three-quarters of a glass of
raw whiskey and drank it without
drawing a breath,
"That's the first to -day, Jack. I
dare not' touch it when I'm on a strain
like this. Can't think clearly and I
want my head,—all of it. There's
a lot of sharks down in New York,—
skin you alive if they could. I beg
your pardon, old man,—have a
drop?"
Jack waved his hand in denial, 'his
eyes still on his friend: "Not now,
Garry, thank you."
Garry dropped the stopper into the
dedanter, pushed back the empty
tumbler and began pacing the floor,
halting now and then to toe some
pattern in the carpet, talking all the
time to himself in broken sentences,
like one thinking aloud. All Jack's
heart went out to his friend as he
watched him. He and Ruth Were so
happy. All their future was so full
of hope and promise, and Garry—
brilliant, successful Garry,—the envy
of all his associates, so harassed and
an wretched!
"Garry, sit down and listen to me,"
Jack said at last. "I am your oldest
friend; no one -you know thinks any
more of you than I do,. or will be
more ready to help. Now, what trou-
bles you?"
"I tell you, Jack, I'm not troubled!"
-something of the old bravado rang
in his voice,—"except as everybody is
troubled when he's trying to straight-
en out something that won't straight-
en. I'm knocked out, that's all,—
can't you see it?"
"Yes, I see it,—and that's not all I
see. Is it your work here or in New
York? I want to know and I'm go-
ing to know, and I have a right to
know, and you are not going to bed
until you tell me,—nor will I. I can
and will help you, and so will Mr.
MacFarlane, and Uncle Peter, and
everybody else I ask. What's gone
wrong?—Tell me!"
Garry continued to walk the floor.
Then he .wheeled suddenly and threw
himself into his chair.
"Well, Jack," he answered with an
indrawn sigh,—"if you must know,
I'm on the wrong side of the market."
"Stocks?"
"Not exactly. The bottom's fallen
out of the Warehouse Company."
Jack's heart gave a rebound. Af-
ter all, it was only a question of
money aQ this could he straightened
out. He had begun to fear that it
might be something worse; *what, he
dared not conjecture.
"And you have lost money?" Jack
continued in a less eager tone,
"A whole lot of money."
"How much?"
"I don't know, but a lot. It went
up three point., to -day and so I am
hanging on by my eyelids."
"Well, that's not the first time men
have been in that position," Jack re-
plied in a hopeful tone. "Is there
anything more,—something you are
keeping back?"
'lyes,—a good deal more. I'm a-
fraid I'll have to let go. If I do I'm
ruined."
Jack kept silent for a moment.
Various ways of raising money to
help his friend passed in review, none
of whibh at the moment seemed feas-
ible or possible. -
"}Tow Melt Nail
good?" he Asked
"About ten the
Jack leaned fa
your account
a pause,,
dollars
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in
his chair.
"Ten thousand•=dolla±sif' he exclaimed
ins startled' tone 9Vhy. Gerry--
how
erry—how in the nedre of owmon sense did
you get in as deep*that?"
"Because ca e I wasWeil fool!"
Again there wa. Bence, during
which Marry fumhled for a match,
opened his case and lighted a ciga-
rette. Then he said slowly, as he
tossed the purnt end of the match
from him:
"You, said something, Jack, about
some of your friends' helping. Could
Mr. MacFarlane?" •
No—he hasn't gilt it,—not to
spare. I was thinking of another
kind of help when X spoke. I sup-
posed you had got into debt, or some-
thing, and were depending on your
commissions to pull you out, and that
some new job was. hanging fire and
perhaps some of us could help as
we -did, on the church."
"No," replied Garry, in a hopeless
tone, =nothing will help but a certi-
fied check. Perhaps your Mr. Gray-
son might do something," he continu-
ed in the same voice;
"Uncle Peter! Why, Garry, ' he
doesn't earn ten thousand dollars in
three years."
Again there was silence.
"Well, wogld it be any use for you
to ask Arthur Breen? He wouldn't
give me a cent, and I wouldn't ask
him. I don't believe in slaying -down
on your wife's relations, but he might
do it for you now that you're getting
up in the world."
Jack bent his head in deep thought.
The proposal that his uncle hid made
him for the ore lands passed in re-
view. At that tithe he could have
turned over the proferty to Breen.
But it was worthless now. He shook
his head:
"I don't think so." Then he added
quickly— "Have you. been to Mr.
Morris?"
"No, and won't. I'd die first!" this
came in a sharp, determined voice,
as if it had jumped hot from his
heart.
"But he thinks the world of you;
it was only a week ago that he told
Mr. MacFarlane that you were the
best man he ever had in his office."
"Yes,—that's why I won't go, Jack.
I'll play my hand alone and take the
consequences, but I won't beg of my
friends; not a friend like Mr. Morris;
any coward can do that. Mr. Morris
believes in me,—I want him to con-
tinue to believe in me. That's worth
twenty times ten thousand dollars,"
His eyes flashed for the first time.
Again the old Garry shone out.
"When must you have this money."
"By the end of the week,—before
next Monday, anyhow."
"Then the situation is not hope-
less?"
"No, not entirely. I have one card
left:—I'll play it to -morrow, then I'll
know,"
"Is there a chance of its winning?"
"Yes and no. As for the 'yes,' I've
always had my father's luck. Min-
otts don't go under and T don't believe
I shall, we take risks and we win.
That's what brought me to Corkles-
ville,.and you see what I have• made
of myself. Just at. present I've got
my foot in a hear trap, but I'll pull
out somehow. As for the 'no' part of
it,—I ought to tell you that the ware-
house stock has been knocked end-
ways by another corporation which
has aright of way that cuts ours and
is going to steal our business. I think
that's a put up job to bear our stock
so they can scoop it and consolidate;
that's why I am holding on. I've
flung in every dollar I can rake and
scrape for margin and my stocking's
about turned inside out. I got a tip
last week that I thought would land
us all on our feet, but it worked the
other way." Something connected
with the tip must have stirred him for
his face clouded as he rose to his feet,
exclaiming: "Have a drop, Jack?—
that last one braced me up."
Again Jack shook his head, and
again Garry settled himself back in
his chair. -
"I am powerless, Garry," said Jack.
"If I had the money you should have
it. I have nothing but my salary and
I have only drawn a little of that
lately, so as to help out in starting
the new work. i thought I had some-
thing in an ore hank my father left
me, but it is valueless, I find. I sup-
pose I could put sonic life in it if I
would work -it along the lines Uncle
Arthur wants me to, but I can't and
won't de that. Somehow, Garry, this
stock business follows me everywhere.
It drove me out of Uncle• Arthur's
office and house, although I never
regretted that,—and now it hits you.
hesight he
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to illy Marf can talk to
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.Garrirlpftgd his hgail and .sate erect
Y.Gedl—yuu'il`do nothing ij
the'ldndi" cried, as he breugl►t lits
list down ony the' arm of hie 'chair.
"That,
then I love. as _T 104% nothing
else in tkie, world= -wife -.+ baby—
nothing!
ab —
nothingl Pl1 go under, and I'll never
let him see me crawl. ' I'll be Garry
Minott to him aslong as I brbatbs.
The same men he trusted, -the.. same'
man he loved —for he does. love me;
and always did!" He hesitated and
his voice broke, as if la sob clogged
it. After a 'moment's struggle he
went on; . "I was a damned foolto
leave him or I wouldn't be where I
am. 'Garry,' he said to me that last
day when he took me irlto his -office
'and shut the door,- `Garry, stay on
here a while longer;' wait till next
year. If it's more pay you went, fix
it to suit yourself. I've got two boys
coming along; they'll beth be through
the Beaux Arta in a year er so. I'm
getting on and I'm getting tired. Stay
on and go in with them.'_ And what
did I dq? Well, what's the use of
talking?—you know it all."
Jack moved his %hair and put his
arm overfills shoulder as a woman
would have done. He had caught the
break in his voice and knew how man-
fully he was struggling to keep up.
"Garry, old man."
"Yes, Jack."
"If Mr. Morris thought that way,
then, why won't he help you now?
What's ten thousand to him?"
"Nothing—not a drop in the bucket!
He'd begin drawing the check before
I'd finished telling him what I wanted
it 'for. I'm in a hole and don't know
which way, to turn, but when I think
of what he's done for me I'll rot in
hell before I'll take his money." Again
his voice had the old ring.
"But, Garry," insisted Jack, "if I
can see Morrie in the morning, and
lay the whole matter before him—"
"You'll do nothing of the kind, do
you hear!—keep still — somebody's
coming downstairs. Not a word if it
is Corinne. She is earrying now all
she can stand up under."
He passed his hand across his face
with a quick movement and brushed
the tears from his cheeks.
"Remember, not a word. I haven't
told her everything. I tried to, but I
couldn't."
"Tell her, now, Garry;" cried Jack.
"Now—to-night," his voice rising on
the last word. 'Before you close your
eyes. You never needed her help as
you do now."
I can't—it would break her heart.
Keep still!—that's her step."
Corinne entered the room slowly
and walked to Garry's chair.
"Baby's asleep now," she said in a
subdued voice, "and I'm going to take
you to bed. You won't mind, Jack,
will you? Come, dear," and she slip-
ped her h nd under his arm to lift
him from his chair.
Garry rose from his seat.
"All right," he answered assuming
his old cheerful tone, "I'll go. I am
tired, I guess, Cory, and bed's the best
place for me. Good night, old man,
—give my love to Ruth," and he fol-
lowed his wife out of the room.
Jack waited until the two had turn-
ed to mount the stairs, caught a sig-
nificant flash from Garry's dark eyes
as a further reminder of his silence,
and, opening the front door, closed it
softly behind him.
Ruth was waiting for him. She
had been walking the floor during the
last half. hour peering out now and
then -into the dark, with ears wide
open for his step.
"I was so worried, my precious,"
she cried, drawing his cheek down to
her lips. "You stayed so long. Is it
very dreadful?"
Jack put his arm around her, led
her into the sitting room and shut
the door. Then the two settled be-
side each other on the sofa.
"Pretty bad,—my darling—" Jack
answered at last,—"very had, really."
"Has he been drinking?"
-"Worse,—he has been dabbling in
Wall Street and may lose every cent
he has."
Ruth leaned her head on her hand:
"I was afraid it was something aw-
ful from the way Corinne spoke. Oh,
poor dear,—I'm so sorry! Does sh,
know now?"
"She knows he's in trouble, but she
doesn't know how bad it is. I beg-
ged him to tell her, but: he wouldn't
promise. He's afraid of hurting her
—afraid to trust her, i think, with
his sufferings. He's making an aw-
ful mistake, hut. i could not mov,
him. He might listen to you if you
tried."
"But he must tell her, Jack," Ruth
cried in an indignant tone. "it is not
fair to her; it is notfair to any wo-
man—and it is not kind. Corinne
is not a child any longer:—she's a
grown woman, and a mother. How
can she help him unless she knows?
lack, dear, look into my eyes;" her
face was raised to his;— "Promise
me, my darling, that no matter what
happens to you, you'll tell me first."
And Jack promised.
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CHAPTER XXVii
When ,Tack awoke the next morn-
ing -his mind was still intent on help-
ing Garry out of his difficulties.
Where the money was to come from,
and how far even ten thousand dol-
lars would go in bridging over the
crisis, even should hesucceed - in
raising AO large a sum, were the
questions which caused him the most
anxiety. 1
A letter from Peter, while it did
not bring any positive relief, shed a
ray of light on the situation:
told•
feel war,
YPu was 'interested hi 6 ,.,
in Western:;Marylapil ' .b,Y Ad;
unease agrees wlth,"�lthhdr, POO- of
AcF l ana totio 'value
o%
the,
ore deposits in tbpt?"sectign, and
going to make an *lfvestigatiop 0`f
your property and let me know. -You
may, in fact, hear from' him 'direct
as I gave him your address.
Dear love to Ruth and
your otrn good self,
This was indeed good news if any-
thing came of it, but it wouldn't help
Garry. Should he wait till Garry had -
played that lastcard he had spoken
of, which he was so sure would win,
or should he begin at once to try and',
raise the money? •
This news at any other time would
have set his hopes to fluttering. If.
Peter's director was made of money
and intent on throwing. it away; and
if a blast furnace or a steel plant, or
whatever could turn worthless rock•
into pruning -hooks and ploughshares,
should by some act of folly be built.
in the valley at' the foot of the hill he
owned, why soriaething might come of
it. But, then, so might skies fall
and everybody have larks on toast.
for breakfast. Until then his con-
cern was with Garry.
He realized that the young archi-
tect was. too broken down physically
and mentally to decide any question
of real moment. ' His will power was
gone and his nerves unstrung. The
kindest thing therefore that any friend
could do for him, would be to step in
and conduct the fight without him.
Garry's wishes to keep the situation
from Corinne would. be respected, but
that did not mean that his own ef-
forts should be relaxed. Yet where
would he begin, and on whom? Mac-
Farlane had just told him that Morris
was away from home and would not
be back for several days. Peter was
out of the question so far as his own
means—or lack of means—was con-
cerned, and he could not, of course,
ask him to go into debt for a man
who had never been his friend, es-
pecially when neither he nor Garry
had any security to offer.
He finally decided to talk the whole
matter over with MacFarlane and act
on his advice. The clear business
head of his Chief cleared the situation
as a north-west wind blows out a fog.
"Stay out of it, Jack," he exclaim-
ed in a quick, positive voice that
showed he had made up his mind long
before Jack had finished his recital.
"Minott is a gambler, and so was his
father before him. He has got to
take his lean with his fat. If you
pulled him out of this hole he would
be in another in six months. -It's in
his blood, just as much as it is in
your blood to love horses and the
woods. Let him alone;—Corinne's
stepfather is the man to help; that's
his business, and that's where'Minott
wants to go. If there is anything of
value in this Warehouse Company,
Arthur Breen & Co. can carry the
certificates for Minott until they go
up and he can get out. If there is
nothing, then the sooner Garry sells
out and lets it go the better. Stay
out, Jack. It's not in the line of your
duty. It's hard on his wife and he
is having a devil of a row to hoe, but
it will he the best thing for him in
the end."
(Continued next week.)
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patted she would' lope
and have to go toa a
and I kept wondering ;;>.
would get the money to -p
her. She could not eat and bud'
no appetite for food. She 'weir
ritable and cranky moat of the
time. If she was crossed fn any
way; she would immediately work
herself up into .s violent tempper.
.This worried me 'because she had.,
always had a kind awl _Earn dis-
position and nothing Which was',r
said or done. seemed to irritate.
her. I spoke to our family dotted"
about her and he said :that her
trouble was imaginations And' that
if she would try and forget oboe
her depression and look, on the
bright side of life she would by
all right. Of course I didn't dare',
tell her this because- I' knew she
would get into one of her tempers.
When she got over these fits of
temper, she was always weak and
ill and more depressed than ever.
The doctor said a tonic might,
help her and gave me a prescrip-
tion but this did not do her any
good. She tried all kinds of other
tonics with the same result. Car-
rel was recommended to me and I
wish to state that it is the leader
of all tonics. Since taking it my
wife has changed completely. Now
she is always ready for her meals .
and work is no burden. It is a
pleasure for me to recommend
Carnal to anyone who is in need
of a tonic or a body budder.
Excuseme for writing this letter
but I want yeu to accept my
thanks for that wonderful tonic
known as Carnol." — Mr. J. M..
Toronto.
Carnol is sold by your druggist,
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