"I--I realize that my
fall was fatal, and that it is a question of moments with me, but I--I
cannot die until I have told you all, and you have promised to go
quickly to my darling and tell her my sad fate."
"Any commission you have you may be sure I will execute for you,"
replied Kendale, and even while he spoke he was wondering whereabouts in
that room Lester Armstrong kept his cash.
Between gasps, his voice growing fainter and fainter with each word,
poor Lester told his story, of his love, his wooing and the climax which
was to have taken place in two hours' time.
Kendale listened with bated breath. To say that he was amazed,
dumfounded, scarcely expressed his intense surprise.
Armstrong, his poor plodding cousin, to strike such luck as to be about
to marry an heiress! It seemed like a veritable fairy story. Who would
have thought the poor cashier would have known enough to play for such
high stakes?
Almost as soon as Lester Armstrong had uttered the last word, he fell
back upon his pillow in a dead faint.
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