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FORTUNE
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Novelized by
Louis Joseph Vance
From the Play of the
Same Name by
WINCHELL SMITH
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Copyright, 1010, byWinchell Smith and
Lculi Joseph Vance
(Continued from Saturday, Dee. 1U
"$0, not long; Just u minute or two."
Bam Avaa already dragging the affair
out from under the window box. "tou
lee"
Uo went on to expound lt3 virtues
with all the fond enthusiasm of a fa
thcr showing off his firstborn and
wound up with a demonstration of tlio
Illuminating appliance I'm afraid,
though, he got little encouragement
from Mr. Burnham. Uo considered
the, machine with a dispassionate air,
t'a true, and admitted Its practical
idrantages, but -wasn't at all disposed
lo tnlic a roseate rlew of Its future,
"yes," he grudged when Sam put a
match' to the Jet, "that's certainly a
rcrjr good light.'
"Alt right, ain't It?" chimed Koland,
enthusiastic.
"Oh, it may amount to something.
It's hard to tell. Of course you know,
Rlr," he continued, addressing Gra
ham directly, "you've got competition
to overcome."
gain's old fingers trembled to his
Chin, "No-o." he said. "I didn't know
that. I've got the patent"
"Of course that's, something. But
Ihe Consolidated Petroleum crowd has
another machine, slightly different,
which does the same work and, 1
should 6ay, does It better."
"Is Is that sol" quavered Sam.
"My patent"
VNow, sco here, Mr. Graham." Bum
ham argued, "we're practical men,
both of us"
"No, 1 shouldn't say that about my
self," Sam Interrupted. "Now. you.
eh I can sco you're a man who under
stands .sugh things. But I"
o'vertheless you must know that a
patent Isn't everything. Vou said a
moment ngo a man hud to bavo money
to mnko anything out of bis Inven
tions." "Did IT' Sam 'Interjected, surprised.
"Certainly you did. And dead right
you are. A patent's nil very well, but
supposing you're up against a power
ful competitor liko the Consolidated
Petroleum company. They've pot a
patent too. Grunted, It may be an In
fringement of yours even. Wbattan
yott do against them?"
"Why, If it's an infringement"
"Sue, of course. But do you suppose
they're going to Uo down Just becauso
additional business of looking at his
winch, "I'd like to send that wire I
spoke of."
"Yes, llolnnd," Sam agree! meekly,
"you mustn't keep your friend from
his business. I'm clad you looked lu,
sir. You'll call again. I hope."
"Tbnul; you," said llurnhnm, moving
toward tho door.
It was too much for UotamVs sense
of opportunity. Ho rolled In Burn
ham's wake sullenly reluctant "Say,
Mr. lUirahnm," he exploded na they
got to the door, "If you'll Just offer
Sam five"
"That will do'I" Roland collapsed as
If punctured, llumlmtu turned to Gm
ham with a wave of his baud. "I'm
leaving on the afternoon train, but If
I get time I may drop In again and
talk things over with you. Tbcrw
might be something In that Utrashlnf
machine you nicntlowwl."
"I'll be glad to show you anything
I've got here."
"All right. Good day. I'll seo you
again perhaps"
This cavalier snub was lost on Sam
an essential of whose serene soul Is j
the quality of humility, lie followed
them to the door as grateful as a lost
dog for a stray pat Instead of a kick.
"Good day, sir. Goo'd day, Koland," bo
sped their parting cheerfully.
But It whs a broken man who shut
the door behind them and turned back,
lingering bis gray chin.
"Perhaps Mr. Burnham was right.
Only I was kind of hopla' Now,
Mr. Lockwood over there"
Do shook himself to throw off the
spell of depression.
"Well, welll He's kind, very kind.
With this young man In here and ev
erything gtttln' tixed tip and new stock
comlu' In I'm sure Mr. Lockwood
lfT
IPiBF HP 'IS!
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"J'lli 11JS O&AD TO SHOW TOU ANTTIHNa
l'VK GOr UKliK."
uu t unknown ana ponnlleso inventor
bucs them? Bless you, no! They'll
liht to tho last ditch. They'll engage
tho best legal talent In tho couutry.
H'qu'U havo to carry tho cbbo to tho bu
Iirouiu court of tho United States If
yqjj want a winning decision. And
that's going to cost you thousands
hundreds of thousands a mllllou"
"Never mind. A thousand's enough,"
cnld Sum gently. "I Bee what you
mean, blr. It's Just another caso
whore- I've got uo chauct'."
"Oh, 1 wouldn't put it na strong as
hn,t"- -
"But I have no money,"
f'jjtlll, you never can tell. I'll think
it over If i get .time." .
"Why, thafs kind of you, sir; very
Wnd."
It was nt this point that Itoland rose
to the occasion like the noble ass ho
Is. Roland uever could see more than
an Jnch beyond the end of his no&e. A
"Say, Mr, Burnham," ho lloundored,
'don't you, think you could help Sam
ito"-
"OSIiT HEB SENSE OP DCTT BCSTAUCEB
BEU."
'11 see It the right way for us. Do's
kind, very kind."
Thus it was that he presently called
up the stairs in a very cheerful voice.
"Betty, are you pretty near through up
there?"
The girl's weary voice camo down to
him without accent, "Yes. father, al
most." "Well, then, you keep an eyo on the
store, please. I'm goln' to step out
for a minute."
"Yes, father."
"And if if anybody asks for mo I'll
most likely be down to tho depot with
Mr. Duncan."
Ho didn't mention that he contem
plated calling on Ixrckwood. because
ho feared it might worry Betty.
Betty knew, or, rather, divined. And
sho had uo dope, no faith such as
made Sam what he was. She camo
down tho stejw listlessly. Only her
sense of duty sustained her. She owed
something to old Sam for the gift of
life, dismal though blie found It. lie
needed her. What sho could do for
blm she would.
Sighing, she went to work. In work
only could she forget. Tho soda glasses
needed cleaning and the sirup Jars re
plenishing, for the new order of sirups
had como in the previous evening.
After u time, to u tune of pounding
feet, Tracey Tanner prunccd Into the
shop with all the graceful abandon of
a young elephant fooling its oats. His
faco was fairly scarlet from caertlou
and his eyes bulging with a senso of
Importance. The girl looked up with
out Interest, nodding (slightly in re-
'spotibo to his breathless " 'Lo. Betty."
"Father's gone out," she said, hold
Ing a gluss to the light, suspicious of
the lint from her dish towcL
"I know seen him down the street."
The boy halted at the counter, prednc
Ing a handful of Mpiaro envelopes
"Note for joii Horn Hie Mckwwods-.
Utrtty." lie pauted. "Joslo ast me to
bring It round."
Betty put down her glass In con
steraatlon. "From tho Lockwoods?"
"Uh-huul" Tracey offered It, but
sho withheld her hand, dubious.
"For mo, Tracey?"
"Uh-huli! It's a nlnvltntlon. I gol
four more to take." He tnrust it Into
her roluetunt uiiruk. "Got Ave, real
ly, but one of em's for me."
"An invitation. Trnceyl"
"Ycli. Hope you have a good tluiu
when It comes off." Already he was
bouncing toward the door, "Good by."
"But what Is It, Tracey?"
"Aw, it tells In tho ninvltatlon
S'long."
"From the Lockwoods!" she wbto
ptred.
Suddenly she toro It open, her bands
nute,ady with ncrvouHnotw.
Tho envolopo contained a fiquaro of
heavy cardboard of a creaniy tint with
scalloped edges touched with gold. On
Iho faco of the cayl u round and form
less hand had traced with evident
pnlus the informatien:
MISS JOSKPIIINn MAII I-OCKWOOD
lUqucatw tho ilenuro of your company
nt a lawn foti ana dance to bo held at
.ma rc w urp or tier paruim. Mr. ana Mrs
CKAPTKR XI.
tIB was scrubbing blindly nt tho
same glass when, n quarter of
an hour later, Bllnky Lock
woofl strode into tho store, his
right eye twitching moro violently than
usual, as It always does In his phases
j of mental disturbance as when, for
I instance, he fears bo's going to lose a
dollar.
Lockwood is that typo of man who
was bora to grow rlclu
In person ho is as beautiful as a
snako fence, as alluring as a stono
wall. Something over six feet in
height, he walks with a stoop, ono
hand always in a trousers pocket Jin
gling silver, that materially detracts
from bis stature. His face, like bis
tlgure. Is gaunt nnd lanky, his noso a 11
emaciated beak. His mouth illustrates
his attitude toward property Is a trap
from which nothing of vnluo ever cs
1 capes. Ills eyes aro smalt and hard
and set close together under lowering
brows. lie's grlssled. with hair not
actually white, but gray as the Iron
from which his heart was fasblotied.
Aside from these characteristics, his
principal peculiarity la a nervous
twitching of the right eye which has
earned him his sobriquet of Bllnky.
Lcgrand Gunn said he contracted tho
- t"'"!ii JS&M t&: fiSrcUSifii. jyith jrjeorao Lockwood, Saturday, July 15, at
"TJJ AMIAIO MOT," Blin HUD.
miction through squinting t tho sil
ver dollar to make sure none of Its
milling bad been worn off. I have
never known the man to wear any
thing but a rusty old frock coat, black,
of courwe, and black nnd shiny broad
cloth trousers, with a hat Unit has al
ways a coating of dust no thick thnt it
icems a mottled gray.
Ho grunts his words, a grunt to each.
He grunted at Betty when ho oaw her.
"Where's your father?"
She put down her glass and dish rag.
"I don't know, sir."
"Don't know, eh?" ho asked in an
Indescribably offensive tone.
"I think ho .went to the bank to see
you."
"Oh, ho did, cb? Did ho have any
thing for me?"
The girl took up inolher glass. "I
don't know, sir," she said wearily
"I'm afraid not."
"Well, if he didn't there's no uno
snclu' inc. It won't do him any good "
"I guess ho knows that," she return
ed, with n little tlash of spirit.
"Does, eh? Well, that's n good thing
-rsavos talk. You don't do no business
here, not to speak of, do yo?"
"No, not to speak of."
"Then what's the good of all this
foolishness, llxln' up?"
' "I don't know." 'Wffiit
"COTts moiipy. don't it?" "?5W!?
"I guess so
"And that money belongs to me."
"It's Mr. Duncan's doing, Father
ain't paying for Jt. no can't."
"What's ho doln', then7 Slttln'
round foolln with his Inventions, ain't
ho?"
"Yos."
"What's he invenlln' now?"
"I don't know much about it" Rho
pointed to tho model beneath the win
Jaw, "That's tho Inst thing, I guass."
Bllnlry snorted nnd stumped over to
tho window, stooping to peer at the
machine. "What's tho good of thnt?"
.o demanded, disdainful, nnd without
f,'ltlug for her response went on nnB
ging. "Foolishness! That's what It
Is. Why don't you tell him not to
wnstQ Ma tlm,o tlvty way?"
'Because he likes If," pnl Hetty
hopelessly. "It's the ouly thing 'n
makes life worth while to Mm. So I
let Mm nlono."
"What difference does thnt mako? It
don't lirlng htm lit nothln. does It?
No, slav. It don't. What does ho tto
with them things)"
"Patents thorn." ' '
"And then whnir
"Nothln' that I know of"
"Tlmfrt It-uothln', nor ever will.
Welt, lie's boon gctttn' money from
me for those patents 1 thought at
rust tnero nugnt bu souiuttitn' in 'era.
But ho won't any more."
Bho Interjected n sitmltlonnt "Iluhr
ilo brouo off abruptly, pale with anger.
" ejl, 1 want ty see tilm, nnd I want
to see him beforo noon," ho snapped.
"I'm goln' over to tho bank, nil If ho
kuows what's good for him ho'll como
thero pretty dam quick."
Uo swung on one licet and slouched
out as Betty turned to go upstairs.
tv in.
at. a v. r.
The envelope fluttered to the floor.
while the card was crushed between
the girl's haud. For a moment her
face was transfigured with delight, her
eyes blank with rapturous visions of
tho Joys of that promised night.
"Oh-tt rd be grand I"
Then suddenly the light faded. Ilor
eyes cleuded: her face settled Into Its
discontented lines. She stuffed the
card heedlessly Into the pocket of her
dingy apron and took up another glass.
"But 1 can't go; l'vo got uothlu to
wear."
11LISK.X LOCKWOOD.
Presently she reappeared, pinning on
her sad little hat. and left the store.
It was upward of au hour beforo sho
returned, walking quickly nnd very
erect with her head up and shoulders
back, her eyes suspiciously bright.
Even old Sam, who had returned from
the depot 'after missing Bllnky at tho
bank even he. blind a- ho ordinarily
was. saw Instantly that something was
wrong with the child.
"Why. Betty," he cried In solicitude
as she (lung Into tho store "Betty,
dear, whtit's tho matter?"
For an Instant sho seemed speech
less. Then she toro tho hat from her
head and cast it rcgnrdlcsly upon tho
counter. "Father," she cried "fa
therl" and gulped to down her emo
tion. "Can you get me some money?"
".Money? Why. Hetty, what"
ncr foot came down on the floor im
patiently. "Can you get me somo
money?" she repeated In a breath.
"Well-er-how much, Hetty?" Ilo
.tried to touch ber, to take her to his
nrms, but she moved away, her sorry
llttlo figuro quivering from head to
foot.
"Knough," sho said, half sobbing
"enougu to huy a dress a nico cross
a dress thatwlll surprise folks"
"But tell me what tho matter Is,
Betty. Wanting n dress would never
upset you like this."
She whipped tho cracked and crum
pled card from ber pocket and pushed
Willi nil hor" wight to keep buck tho
tears.
Ho rend, hU old faro softening.
"Joslo Loekwood'n party, eh? And
stuv's Kent you an Invitation. Well,
thnt was kind of Itor, very kind."
Sho swung upon Mm In n fury. "No,
It was not hind. It wiib tnenul It mm
ineaul"
"Oh, Betty," hobegged In consterna
tion, "don't say thnt. I'm Hiiro"
"Oh, yon don't know! I heard tho
girls talklu' "In the luwtofflce Anglo
Tuthlll and Matno Garrison mid Bussle
Gabriel, t was round by the boxes
where they couldn't see ine, but 1 could
hear Ilium, nnd they were lniighln' lie
camo 1 wai invited. They mild tho
reason Joslo did It was bocniW she
know 1 didn't have anything to wear,
mil she wnntexl to hear what excuse
I'd make for not goln'. Ah. I heard
thornl"
"Oh. but Betty. Hetty," he pleaded,
"don't you inlud what they say.
Don't"
"But I do iuIihI: I can't help inliullu'.
They're mean." Sho paused, her fea
tures hnrdenlug. "I'm goln' to that
party," sho declared tensely; "I'm goln'
to that imrty, andand I'm goln' to
have a dress to go lu tool 1 don't
care what 1 do I'm goln' to havo that
dross!"
Sam would have soothed hVr as bet
he might, but she would iiulthor look
at nor come near hi in.
"We'll bee." ho said gently. "We'll
see. I'll try"-
She turned on him, exasperated be
yond thought. "That ouly means you
can't help mel"
"Oh. no, it doesn't I'll do what I
can."
"Hare you got any money now?"
Ho hung hh head to avoid hex bind
ing, eyes. "Well no not nt present,
but hero's this new stock and"
"That doesn't mean anything, nnd
you know It. You owo that note to
Mr. Lockwood, don't you? And you
enp't pay it."
"Not today, Betty, but ho'll glvo mo
n little more time, I'm sure. Ho's
kind, very kind."
"You dott't know him. Ho's ns mean
as mean as dirt as mean as Joslo."
"Betty!"
"Then if you did get any money
you'd havo to glvo It to blm, wouldn't
you?"
"Yes, but I'm sure I think It'll como
all right"
"Ah, what's tho use of talkln that
way? What's the use of talkln' at
thai hur wonts sltimlileil nnd run lulo
one tumtiiur,
"I can't understand Itl" kIio raged.
"Why In It thnt 1 linve to bo more
shabby than any other girl In town?
Why ts.lt thnt the others linvo all tho
run and 1 till the drudgery? Why Is
It that I can't ever go nnywhore wllh
the boys nnd girls and laugh iiud-nnd
have a good tlmu liko tho rest do?"
Sum bout hU head to tho blast. In
his lap his hands worked ttorvounly.
But he could not answer her.
(To Uo Coiitiuuml.)
Walter Injtircd. '
I'Yuiik uliMMou, waller In Mm Miui
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liulmiii' iiH iho iohiiII of it. wroAtllilK
liiuti'li with H10 liiulil cook of Hit) oh
(nlillsliiiimtt, Kol until v people will t cut uiiml
voi'liseil I'tmiUhi'tl rooiiia in IliU Oily
this week',
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in IliU ellv thin week i'Mi'jit tlirtiiU
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to put up with in tlio pjt.
Hiich ornugo when ripe, If perfect, Is carefully pick
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For the wrappers Identify till splendid fruit anil are
, vnluabla !n obtaining Rogers' .Silverware. Your dealer
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ucuin saving wrappers loony, insist on iiicm.
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K.tvo 12 "Stinklitt" ornuge or lemon wrappots,
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send lwritpprsortrndemiirksntid 12c In Kainp.
Not responsible for ranh sent through tho malls.
li Fruit Knife for 24 Wrannern
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8am had dropped Into his chair, tin
ablo to stand beforo thia storm; ho
stared now, mute with amazement, at
thLi child who had o long, so un
complainingly, ithnred I1I.1 poverty and
privations, grown maidenly to tho ntnt
uro of 11 woman and n tormented,
pnnslounte woman, stung to tho quick
by tho Injustice of her lot- He put out
a hand In a feeble gesture of placn
(Ion, but nIic brushed It away an nIio
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