Bravely did the two brothers with their staff stand with
smiling faces behind the shining counter, while swift messengers sped
and telegrams flashed to draw in all the available resources of the
bank. All day the stream poured through the office, and when four
o'clock came, and the doors were closed for the day, the street without
was still blocked by the expectant crowd, while there remained scarce a
thousand pounds of bullion in the cellars.
"It is only postponed. Louis," said brother Rupert despairingly, when
the last clerk had left the office, and when at last they could relax
the fixed smile upon their haggard faces.
"Those shutters will never come down again," cried brother Louis, and
the two suddenly burst out sobbing in each other's arms, not for their
own griefs, but for the miseries which they might bring upon those who
had trusted them.
But who shall ever dare to say that there is no hope, if he will but
give his griefs to the world? That very night Mrs. Spurling had
received a letter from her old school friend, Mrs. Louis Garraweg, with
all her fears and her hopes poured out in it, and the whole sad story
of their troubles. Swift from the Vicarage went the message to the
Hall, and early next morning Mr.
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