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WE'EWDM at" », ,:â€":qi7vr‘umx i .l .l -‘t-ququW-s ~-m-m«.«_.< . , ..... w. .-.. .a..m,ch~.fl.i.. , at ease. . in g. “Well?” asked Borlase, as the door (closeâ€"d behind the clerk. Shuter remained standing. was too great for him to pretend he was His terror He was down where a man doesn’t care any longer, and he looked it. But in his eyes, bright with the fear of anxiety which was eating him up, there came a little hope as they rested on the big, confident man behind the 'table. Borlase and he had been good friends these three years. The shock wh'chl'1ad smashed him couldn’t have af- fected Borlase very seriously. Borlase would see him through. But he must know. ' “Well?” Borlase asked again, and Shut- -el plunged in. “Old man," he said, “this Deep Mine business has hit. me hard.” ' “I’ve dropped thirty-seven thousand pounds myself,” saizl Borlase. “Won’t ,you sit down?” a “No,” said Shuter. Ile swayed a little .and caught the edge of the table. “Better sit down,” said Borlase; and ‘Shuter obeyed the suggestion. He got a sort of comfort in being told to do even .50 small a matter as that, for his mind was paralysed with trouble, like the mind of a beast in a cage that can only Spring aimlessly from side to s-ide,-too much frightened, too much ravaged to understand the futility of what. it is do- “A cigar?” said Borlase. “Now, wade ahe-ac .” “Twenty thousand pounds would pull me through,” said Shuter, watching the other’s face over the flame of the match. He read nothing there. “Old man,” be said, as he threw the match into the lender and took the yet unlit cigar from between his teeth, “it’s this way. If I can’t get twenty thousand pounds I’m finished.” “You should be worth more than that.” “I am. But I’m sixty thousand pounds down. I can only meet forty thousand pounds of that. if I sell my last stick. ,VVhat am I to do?” Borlase whistled a little through his teeth. and sat Shuter for half a. minute. “What security can you give me?" he asked at length. Shut-er laughed out loud. “Security!” he said. “Yes, security,” said Borlase. “My mother’s incomes in it.” said Shuter. “My niece’s marriage settlement. My lodge’s funds are in it. Security! .You’re my last straw.” Borlase preserved silence. “P’r’aps you think me mad,” Shuter went on. “P’r‘aps- I am. I ought to be, I know. It’s hard enough for me to come to you like this. But I think your my friend, andâ€"and you put me on the Deep Mine.” Ile colored slowly under Borlase’s eye. “Of course, I know you’ve dropped a let yourself, old man,” he said, in exten- uation of his offence. “But I‘d have sold out in time. if I hadn’t had confidence in the thing. I didn’t think you could go wrong. You know how it came down. The bottom simply fell out. One day it was shaky and the next it was scrap.” Borlase puffed his cigar. - “It’s not ruin I funk,” continued Shut- er; “but this means gaol. And the boy’s Just gone to Trinity.” His voice broke. The big man lay back in his chair, staring at. Shuter, smoking slowly, drum- ming (.ll the .ahtn with his finger-nails. There was not ot'ler sound in the room. The hope died out of Shuter’s eyes. “For God's sake, Borlase ” “Let me tell you a story,” said Borlase, and Shuter had to list-en. “About ten years ago,” Borlase said, “I was, as you may or may not know, at the very bottom, right in the ooze. It doesn’t matter how I got there any more than it matters how I got out again . But there I was. My entire wardrobe, Shuter, consisted of the dark greenâ€"once blackâ€"â€"jacket, the cotton shirt, the tweed trousers, the boots, and the hat in which I stood up. You may have. seen a hat just. like that, and I re- member that my back hair used to work through the place where the brim and the crown had parted company. Did you «ever see the flesh of your knee through a hole in your bags? I thought not. I did. I saw it every time i looked down- wards, and it. made me ashamed, as if I‘d been stark naked on the strce. My jacket was of a rather expensive alpaca. It may have been made originally for the summer wear of a business ‘man. If you have ever worn such a garment, you will recognize that at its best it is ill‘litted for keeping out. the wind. Mine was well ventilated, too. ' “I was sitting, thus clad. about two o’clock of a fresh winter morning on one of the benches by the railings of the Green Park. it. was my purpose, vith the kind permission of the police, to snatch a few hours’ refreshing sleep. The wind was strong from the nm-th-cast, but I’m not the man to complain of a little fresh air, and there had been no rain for over an hour. In spite of all these incr- cies I was in a thoroughly naughty tem- per, and, if you will credit it, as I sat on that damp bench I was ready to curse and swear with vexation. There are some people, Shuter, who are never sat- isfied. “A man came out of one of the clubs opposite me and crossed over to where I was sitting. 'Ile walked past me quick- ly and glanced for a moment in my dir- ection. Then he stopped and came back to my side and stood looking at me. lle wore a soft Hamburg hat and a good scr- viceable overcoat. His hands were thrust deep in his pockets and he had a fat cigar between his teeth. I have had several of those very cigars since. They are the best in his club, and he never smokes any other. I didn’t know that at the French air regarding time; but I met him, Shuter, later on at a City Banquet, and he froze on to me, and, as I recognized him, I accepted his invitation to dinner next evening. And we became great pals. He didn’t remem- l'er me, though. No, by Jove, he didn't remember me! “fie stood, as I say, looking down at- me as if I were some new Least, and I stared up at him defiantly, for, although I‘d been in the gutter some time then, I hadn’t got used to the insolence of the rich. He took the weed out of his mouth, and said. in a silky voice: ‘ “‘My friend, you seem to be down on your luck.’ “I thought he might give me some men- ry if I was civil to him, so I said I was. I even called him ‘sir.’ “‘You don’t look as if you’d much of a balance at Coutt’s.’ he remarked. “I could have struck him to the ground. But I said ‘No, I have not.’ Shuter, when tln- hunger fiend has you in his grip you'll take a good deal from a man who smokes cigars that smell like that one did. "‘You haven’t been making out many cheques latcly?’ says he, with a simper. I began to wonder what on earth he was driving at, with his Coutts‘s and his cheques. “ ‘You haven't got such a thing as that flfty-pound cheque on you, i suppose?’ he asked. and then it suddenly flashed upon me what he wanted.” “Let me go!” said Shuter suddenly. Borlase held up his hand. “You’ve got to hear my story through,” he said. And Shutcr sank back in his chair and glared hatred at him for the rest of the tale. “You remember, Shuter, just about that time one of the magazines had devised a rather clever scheme of advertising. It sent out a lot of men with ten-pound banknotes and mentioned the fact. Any- one who hit on one of these jolmnies and asked him, ‘llave you got that ten- pr-und note?’ got it given him in‘exchange for his signed receipt. Then the maga- zine published the lucky man's name and address. London went a little mad over it, and everyone was asking every- bcdy else if they had got that. ten-pound note, and was saying what a clever dodge it was. Well, as you know, when one of these magazine publishers goes as good a one as that. his rivals simply have to go one better; so in a very few days this daily was giving away gold watches, and that monthly was promot- ing its circulation by the gratuitous offer of diamond-rings, and at last here was a weekly plunging heavily with fiftyâ€" pcund cheques. I had heard of these things, of course. Down in the mud we had talked the malt-er over, and some had tried desperately for the prizes; but. they all seemed to be won by people who lived in Brixton and l-Iampstvcad and had plenty of money already. “This last paper, though, had been very tricky, putting its cheques in the custody of all sorts of unlikely-looking peopleâ€" women dressed up like old bodies up for the Oaks, or downâ€"at-hecl-looking fellows like myself. This chap in the llomburg hat, I thought, was trying me. By Heav- en, he had come to the wrong shop! “I could have killed him for his mis- take, but I thought he might give me six- pence if I could keep him talking a min- uh- or two, so I simply said, with a grin, ‘Iâ€"Iave you got it yourself?’ “He. laughed merrily, and dived into his breastâ€"pocket. “‘er5,’ says he, ‘I have. like it?’ “I nearly fainted where I sat. Fifty poundsâ€"he was going to give he fifty pcunds. Do you understand, Shuler? lie was going to, give me new clothes and food, and a hot bath and a clean shirt and tobacco, and a chance to make some money again. I had made my first pile on a smaller beginning. ' “I. said, ‘You‘re jesting.’ “ ‘Not a bit,’ says he, fishing out an em velope. ‘Here it is} And he pulled it out. ‘_l’ve been trying to plant it all day, but no one’s asked me for it. 'J.‘hought it‘d be more handy to you than to most, eh?’ “I was very nearly crying with happi- ness. I tried to master my voice to thank him, but he cut me short. “ ‘No thanks, no thanks, my man! Sign this receipt and put down your, address, if you’ve got one.’ “I took the piece of paper he held out to me. It was a typewritten receipt for fifty pounds, acknowledging that it had been gained under the conditions men- tioned in ‘Wathenspoon’s Weekly.’ lle gave me a pocketâ€"pen, and I signed my name, writing on the top of the bench. Then I said, ‘Do you want my address in full?’ “lle said he did, so I wrote ‘I.ondon under my name. He read it, and laughed again. “Like a club guest's Itcre's the boodtc.’ “It was an ordelmclieque for fifty pounds or. the Oxford Street branch of the, Great Northern Bank. signed William Walther- spoon, and a! the top was typewritten, ‘Account of the Fifty-pmmd Cheque Com- petition.’ , It. was dated two days pre- viously. lie. filled in my name on it, and then he said: I u‘lâ€"’resent it to-morrow morning after ten. They won‘t have notice of your name till then. Goodnight? “ ‘I beg your pardon,’ I cried, ‘but. could you advance me a couple of shillings. I must confess I could eat something, and I could do wtih a bed to-night. “‘No,’ he said, ‘l‘ll see, you hanged first! Haven't you got your cheque. Iiere‘s foul-pence for you, though. By Jove, your face just now was worth it!‘ “lie dealt out four pennies into my palm. l longed to throw them in his teeth, but I had stronger longings than that. I thanked him instead. “‘Good-niglit,’ he said again; well!’ “Then he walked away quickly. and I could hear him laughing to himself as he went west along Piccadilly. . “I weighed in my mind the respective advantages of food and shelter. I could- Would yo u address, ch? ‘sleep n’l have both. After careful considera- tion I decided that, as I had gone with- out anything to eat for only twenty-four hours, I would stand it for another nine. But I had to get out of the wind. I was always a luxurious dog, Shuter, and love tr. sleep warm and soft. “ It don‘t matter much where I spent the night. It was somewhere in the neighborhood of King’s Cross Station, and my bed was as good as my circum- stances permitted. What with the trains and other things I didn’t sleep very much; I simply lay warm, and told my- self what I was going to do with that money. First. of all I devised a little menu for the breakfast to which I would sit down about ten-fifteen a.m., in a .lit- tle Swiss restaurant not five minutes’ walk from the bank. There was an ome- lette in it and some hot coffee and French bread and good butter. I knew just the kind of cigar I should buy in the tobacconist‘s opposite the bank, and i knew just how I should lean back in that little restaurant and smoke it. I e\ en anticipated the trouble I should have at first with the little fat man, who kept the place, about. going in at all, and I smiled to myself as I saw his back bend double. when I should pull out a fist full (I gold to show him. Then I thought of the best place to go and get a decent suit of reach-meâ€"dowrs and some fresh linen and a weatherproof hat and boots, and l reckoned that when I had got all I wanted I should have about forty-five pounds to start life again. “I stayed in the dosshouse as long as I could and then went right off to Oxford Street and mouched up and down the streets near the bank till it should be time to get my money. I believe I act- ually blessed that cheque man for only giving me enough for a bed. I told my- self that I should have spoiled my appe- tite with stodgy bread at a coffee-stall the night before. But that omelette be- gan to seem prodigiously attractive. “Ten o’clock came round somehow, and 1 wept into the bank with a bursting ri‘riiE-L‘. ' Among other sensations I was ashamed of that .cut in the knee of my breaches. The cashier looked at me deu=btfully, as ; bu can imagine,and told me to clear out. He’d nothing for me, he said. ' “Shuter, I was so happy that I jested with him. " ‘Oh, yes, you have,’ says I, ‘you’ve got fifty pounds.’ “I took out the cheque and endorsed it with a hand’ which trembled most ridi- culously. Then I threw it across the counter to the cashier. "I‘hat’s all right, 1 think,’ Isaid; and I winde at the fel- low out of pure good nature. “He picked it up and glanced at it. ‘What's all this?’ he asked. “‘Why,’ I said, ‘it‘s the fifty-pound cheque competition. l-Iav-cn‘t they sent in lily-name yet?’ My heart sank a little, for I thought my breakfast was going to be put. off for a few minutes. ' ‘\\’hat’s your game?’ asked the cash- ier ‘We've no one of that name on our books and no account of, that name either.’ " ‘Oh, nonsense!’ I cried. ‘Thc fifty- pound cheque competition in “Wather- siiioon’s Weekly," you know. Don’t try any of your tricks on with me.’ “‘You’d better come in and see the manager,’ he said. " ‘All right,‘ said I, quite pleased. ‘lle’ll know all about it.’ It seemed to me rea- sonable that a cheque like this shouldn't be cashed without some. safeguards. “er led the. way into the room of the manager, who looked up in some sur- prise at seeing a seedy tramp like me coming in. “‘Dear me, Pullet,‘ he cried, ‘what’s this, what’s this?‘ “This person’s got some story about a fifty-pound cheque competition, sir,‘ replied the cashier. ‘I don't know what he’s talking about. Ile seems perfectly honest. a plant.‘ "‘What’s your iale?’ said the manager. “I' told him the whole story, and the cashier showed him the cheque. “‘Very sorry,’ said the manager, ‘but you've been bad. It's a hoax; do you understand? Watherspoon doesn’t bank here, and we’ve no account of any sort. What a shabby trick, though, to play on a poor devil like you.’ That’s what the bank manager thought of it. You can in'lagine how I looked at it; as he f‘mishcd I turned turtleâ€"fainted bang off across the table. “They put some brandy down my throat, and I came round, and then they were, 1 must say, very kind. The man- ager said he had never heard of a crucller thing. The cashier said that the man was a ruflian. The icomn'lissionaire, who had been called, said he was blowed. I was utterly knocked out, and I remem- bered l'd no business there, and I got up to clear. “Then the manager dived in to his pock- et and forked out ten shillings. ‘l.ook here.’ says he, ‘I believe your story, and l’m thundering sorry for you. i’ullet, hand me my hat.’ He put the ten shillings into it and handed it to the cashier. "l‘ake that. round the bank, Pullet,’ he said, ‘and tell 'em about this poor chap. I’ve no doubt they‘ll add something to it.’ “Pullcl. put. in a shilling and went round among the other clerks. Some of them told him to go to the dcuca. but others forked out like men. and between them they made up the manager’s ten shillings to SCYOl’ltCtil‘l shillings and four- pencc. There was a young chap paying in some cash at the counter, and he ask-ed what the hat was going round for. The other cashier told him, and be said he'd made a good thing out of the National, and he'd contribute! And he did; a whole smcreign! 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