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HIS MASTER'S SON.
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probably the loss of his sweetheart. With his good business prospects and the little fortune he had hoped to make in wheat, he had felt satisfied in asking her to marry him. Now, with nothing to offer her, he felt that he must give her up. The thought was intolerable; he flung on his hat and coat and went out into the wind-swept streets, there to battle with his misery and win from it, if possible, some hope for the future.
Old Cyrus, busily engaged in freshening up his master's wardrobe, had watched the little scene. Now he leaned stiffly over and picked up the crushed sheet of paper which James had let fall to the floor. It could tell him, if he could but read, what lay so heavily on his young master's mind. But poor old Cyrus, well versed in honesty, industry and faithfulness, lacked "book-larnin' " ; and, tho he turned the paper from side to side, and looked at it thru an ancient pair of spectacles, it remained to him as unintelligible as Egyptian hieroglyphics. Then a thought came to him — Miss Mabel, she could read the paper; she
loved his master and might help him find a way to bring back the joy Marse James had lost.
Mabel Ware received the old darkey as soon as he was announced, guessing he had brought some message to her from James. She greeted him laughingly, but sobered as she saw the worried look on his face.
"Why, Uncle Cyrus, what is it ? Has anything happened to Mr. TenBroek ?"
"Yas, Mes Mabel," Cyrus answered, "dey is somethin' happen ter him, an' I'se most pestered ter death ter fin' what hit kin be. He clo'n eat an' he do'n sleep, an' dis mornin' when I fotched dis he-ar letter ter him, he dropped hit on de no' an' let out a groan fit ter break yo' heart. Den he flung hisse'f out de house 'dout even buttonin' up he coat. I kan't 'zakly read what hit says, Mes Mabel, so I brung hit ter yo'."
Mabel read the paper quickly. A margin call. James had been speculating and had bought too heavily. The fall in wheat had caught him, and, poor boy, he had probably found it impossible to raise enough money to cover
THE TICKER WAS RAriDLY TELLING THE RUIN OE ^MARSE JAMES."