TERRIBLE INDIGESTION.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 9315, 15 August 1908, Page 2

TERRIBLE INDIGESTION.

COULD DIGEST NOTHING—SUFFERED AGONIES — M...X TREATMENTS FAILED— BILE

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dancing away. " Mother is waiting for rae to choose the place for the favour table." In the middle of the evening, his daughter came to him, her eyes shining with excitement. " Oh, father," she confided, " I am having such a perfectly fine time I Everybody says that my dance is lovely. You have been just splendid ! And now lam going to reward you for being so good. You may go into the library and take a nice quiet rest in your big old chair that you like so well. I had it put behind the palms at the end of the room, because it isn't a pretty chair, you know, and everything must look pretty to-night," she added gaily. She led him into the library and laughingly set him down in the big chair " There now, you dear old father, take a nice rest, and I will comfe after you whan it ifl time for our dance. Your will have just about time to smoke a cigar, if you want to." Mr M'Var sat back comfortably for a few minutes listening to the music that came faintly down to him from the ballroom above. They were playing an old-fashioned waltz, and, -as he was idly trying to recall its name, he heard a step and a rustling of skirts in the room. He looked through the palms, thinking that his daughter' had returned, but it was not she. He took another look. "Why," he said to himself, "that is little Margie Davis I What a pretty young woman she has grown to be, and only the other day 3 it seemed to me, she was a child." The girl sat down. " It will never do. for a gay young fellow like me to miss a chance like this for a tete-a-tete," he thought whimsically, and was about to speak to her, when, to his consternation, she began to cry softly, her face buried in her handkerchief. "Good gracious," thought. Mr M'Var, drawing (back, " it will never <\o to let her know that I have seen her crying ! What in the world " Suddenly the girl sat up, listening. M'Var heard a masculine step. The girl gavo a quick dab at her eyes with her handkerchief and glanced into the hall. Then, turning quickly, she took up a book from the table and pretended to be reading, but M'Var caught the sudden, happy look in her face. Now more than ever he felt it would never do to make himself known. "It is some ycung fellow who will ask her to dance, and they will be gone in a minute," he said to himsolf, just as a man's figure appeared in the door. "It is young Brandon, the architect chap," murmured Mr M'Var, peering through the palms. "Good evening, Miss Davis," said the newcomer, entering the room. The girl turned with such well-feign-ed surprise that M'Var almost chuckled. "Oh, Mr Brandon, is it you? How do you do? Isn't it a delightful dance?" " I haven't seen anything bf it. I have just come," he answered. "Oh, yes. You are very late, aren't you? Both the numbers which you asked me to save for you have been danced, you know." He did not seem to hear, but went on rapidly; "I was just beginning to look for you when I saw you come in here, and I followed because I wanted to see you again before I go away." "Before you go away?" queried the girl, and M'Var saw her hand tremble a little, but her voice was quite steady. " Yes, I am leaving New York," he said. "Leaving New York?" she, echoed. "Yes; I must. I — well. I have lost everything. I am ruined." "Ruined!" breathed the girl. M'Var stirred uneasily behind the palms. " Confound it, why don't they go away?" he muttered. "I can't come out now 1" " Oh, I have been a fool all right," went on Brandon with a mirthless laugh, "and now I must pay the piper. It is the old story — Wall Street. I had an inside tip. There was a special reason why I wanted to make money in a hurry just now. I put up everything I had, and some that I borrowed, in a speculation in a railroad stock — R.L. and M. It is a good stock, and looked sure to go up, but it didn't. It went down, and now it is going smash. To-morrow morning I shall be sold out unless I put up more margin, and that is beyond my power." "But if the stock is good what made it go smash?" asked the girl. " Mr M'Var made it." M'Var started in his chair. He was listening intently now. "Mr M'Var made it!" exclaimed the girl. "Our host?" "Yes. He did not intend to hurt me. He does not know tbat he has. He never will. I was a pawn in (a big game, and I went down, that's all." " Perhaps if you went to Mr M'Var " she began hesitatingly. Brandon laughed harshly. "Wall Street does not stop for a pawn," he answered. . M'Var nodded grimly behind the palms. " I had an oifer from Denver recently." went on Brandon. "I had just writton declining it, but in the morning I shall telegraph that I have reconsidered, and I will come at once. It is a chance for a new start. I believe that there is a lot of building going on out there," he added vaguely. "It is very far away," murmured the girl. They were standing togethor by the table. " I am trying to tell you how sorry I am," she went on a little unsteadily, " and I cannot. It is queer, but I cannot seem to think of any words, but surely you know, — — " Suddenly their eyes met, and her voice died away. Brandon took a quick step toward her. and his words came impetuously, as though beyond his control. "When I asked you, at the Trumbull dinner, if you wero going to be here to-night, I said that I wanted to tell you" somethins*. Do you remember?" " Yes." sho answered. fi l wanted to toll it to you in this house, for here is where I first met v "Yes, I remember," breathed the girl. "What I wanted to tell you is that T have loved you ever since that day." Brandon was' speaking very rapidly now. "It is a mad thing for a ruined man to tell you. When I came tonight T thought that 1 was strong enough to say good-bye without speakino:, but lam not. I might have known. When I looked into your eyes T forgot everythinG* except that I loved you. I exnect notb ins. I ask you for nothing. T had no right to sneak, but T cannot helo being glad that you know — T shall nlwavs be «rlad. And now T aw G-oinq:. Good-bye." "Wait l" she cried. "T, too, have something that I want to snv!" and the ring in her' voice mado M'Var sit bold upright in his chair. "Do you think that I care what Wall Street does!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "Do you suppose that T don't understand now what your special reason was for wanting to make monoy in a hurry? Do you know what"T did just before you came? I — T cried because I thought you were not coming. There, Harry Brandon!" she exclaimed with her cheeks aflame. "Now do you supposo that I care for ruin, •*>.* anything else, except " "Marfraret!" " No ! No ! You must not ! Some one might come!" and she ran in a panic towards the door. «■ " Tell me this, Margaret," cried Brandon, pursuing her, all on fire; "you will wait for me? Wait until I have made a new start in the WestP Oil, it is not fair to ask it, but say that you will!" "Yes," she breathed. "But, oh," she added, looking ap at him with troubled eyes as they went out of the room together, " isn't there some other way? Denver is so awfully far from here." Mr M'Var started after them. "Game little girl!" he ejaculated.

"By Jove, how sbe did come; to^the centre 1 That young fellow is in Inch. So he thinks,' that Jfoll Streot does jno. Btop for a *pawn,*_|*.P He ifi ri^ht about that. : Well, well, that wa» quite a pretty little scene," he smiled. "Wall Street docs not count for much with her. I wonder how deep the young fool is in?" he muttered irritably. " Why couldn't ho stick to hi_ buildings and keep out of the Street P" I Then he shrugged his shoulders. ." Well, lit can't be helped. A big game can't stop for him," he added, getting up from his chair and -walking out into the room. " I wonder how long it will take bim to pick up out West?" he went on. " 'Pon my word- she waa splendid !" he exclaimed, " A girl to fight f or ! I wonder where they went?" Going to the door Mr M'Var looked down the hall. They were -sitting in a nook by the stairs. " The young fool, how could T know? Poor little girl, she is in love with him to the tipe of her toes. Denver is a long way off. I suppose I could " and thon ho frowned and shook, his ??„ „ ? h > no ' tbat wouldn't do Hello, he exclaimed, "young Brandon is getting un. I believe he is saving good-bye! What a little thoroughbred that girl is! She is trying to smile, but her lips are trembling, an. —oh, come, I can't stand that I 1 must do something about it," and lw walked quickly down tho hall to wh_r« they were standing. ... "Why, how do yoa do. Miss Mar. garet? ' he eaid, putting out his hand, "I had to look twice to see that it was really yoa. You girls are so busy nowadays having a good time that w< old fellows don't often get a j-dimpse ol you. Oh, how are you, Brandon?" he added genially. " Glad to see you. How is the architect business? Do yon know," he went on," without pausing for a reply, " I like yonr profee-ion, There is something substantial and per manent about it. Down there in Wai Street, we are alwayß by tho ears ami things go tumbling every way. Now for instance, this was a lively day," h« went on reflectively. "R. L. and M. dropped like lead, and a lot of peoph got frightened and threw their hold ings overboard. Funny the way thinggo," he added, with a sidelong look a1 Brandon. "If they had held on unti to-morrow they would havo had. _ chanco*to get even." " They would 1" exclaimed Margarel and Brandon simultaneously. " Yes," answered Mr M'Var. "Bui why are you co interested?" he demanded. "It can't be that yon have been speculating in R. L. and M. l' : he exclaimed, with well-feigned surprise. "Yes, we have," began Margaxe eagerly; "that is, Mr Brandon hasat least, so he told me," she endec lamely. "Oh, I see," observed Mr M'Var " I hope that you did not let go to day, Brandon," he added. "No," answered Brandon, "I di< not." "That's lucky," said Mr M'Va cheerfully. "lam glad I happened U mention the subject. There us no par ticular secret about it," he went oi easily. There will be a big jump ir the stock at the opening of the marke to-raorrow. I would not be surprise* to see it advance during the day U pretty nearly where it waa before th slump, but, if you take my advice, yoi will sell without fail before the mar ket closes. I feel certain that tbe ad vance will not be maintained," he wen on impressively, " but that is confiden tial, 60 don't mention it. Well, : must go and find Puss," he added. " think she must be looking for me," an< as he turned away he saw- Margare and Brandon gazing at each other ii bewildered joy. He walked baok into the library- am pulled his big chair out from. behin< the palms. "I don't propose to jre into any more scrapes to-night," in ejaculated, as he sat down, " Well well," he went on, stroking his chii thoughtfully, " I must see\ the thin{ through now, but .-..air will think . am (jrazy, and when R. L* and M. goei up like a rocket to-morrow and dowi like a stick the next day, the news papers will call it ' one of those mysteri ous movements that cannot be explain ed on any financial hypothesis,' and fo once they will be correct.'*