The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-04-05

yielding at last, by comforting his con-
science with the assurance that Morrison
would gladly accommodate them if he were
at home.
"God knows, Lindsey, had never dream
ed of such possibility as this p he gasped
in hoarse whisper, 81 had invested ten
thousand dollars with the prospect of trip
ling my money i'll six months. The six
months expired yesterday, and l have
scarcely slept an hour this week, l have
been in such a fervor of expectancy 1t is
all over now Bentley writes, the whole
thing was an enormous swindle, and the
sharp fellows who got it up are already on
their way to Europe with the money of
their dupes ; an old worn out oil well, being
all that is left for the stockholders. l dare
not tell father-and that check-O my God,
| shall go wild - And springing to his
feet he paced the floor in an agony of re-
morse and despair.
"Why not write to Mr. Morrison at once,
telling him the story as you have told it to
me. don't think he would prosecute the
case-you could secure him by mortgage
on the store and contents you say you
have accommodated each other.
81 will do scat once. Heaven bless you
Lindsey; feel new courage already. l
can bear the disgrace of bankruptcy-but
crime p shuddering convulsively.
A rap at the door interrupted them
Lindsey turned the key and looked out.
The shop boy stood little in advance of
three men, two of them the same who had
visited the store the morning after Cora
lime Sherwood's party. He closed the door
behind him and walked forward to meet
them.
"We would like to see the senior part
ner," one of them said, glancing toward
the Office door.
"Mr. Sherwood is i'll at his house, sill, ;"
Lindsey returned quietly.
"NIr. Robert Sherwood then"
{" He is busy, just now if you would in
form me of your business" Alfred began :
but the man interrupted him with short
laugh and an expressive shake of the head.
"Call Mr.. Sherwood" Lindsey said
turning to the boy.
Robert came out at once, deadly pale,
but calm. He had evidently overheard the
conversation, and knowing the speaker,
OWNED at once his business. He bowed
quietly, and leaning against pillar, said in
a steady voice
"You can proceed with your business,
gentlemen | think 1 anticipate it's ma
ture.'
The two men exchanged glances, and
then made sign to the third, who took out
and read writ of attachment upon the
store and contents, in behalf of Doyles q
Hunter, of Hartford, creditors to the firm
of Sherwood & Son, for goods to the value
of nine hundred dollars. The business
concluded, Messrs. Doyle & Hunter turned
to go out, leaving the officer in charge of
the store.
81 know whom I am to thank for this,
Clark Hunter" Robert said an angry
flush struggling through the dead pallor of
his face.
"Thank you," Hunter retorted. | am
sorry couldn't give you time to draw on
your friend Morrison?" And with low,
exultant laugh, he walked away.
The flush faded instantly from Robert
Sherwood's face and a look of despair set
tied down upon it. With an unsteady
step he opened the Office door and went in
ga bad business, Mr.. Lindsey' said,
looking sorry
EYES," Lindsey answered abruptly,
without looking up, a strange expression
growing every instant in his face, and his
gray eyes darkening to jetty black.
A moment or two more of struggle, and
he followed his partner into\the office.
sit is too late for what 1 proposed" he
said, speaking hurriedly, like one who had
made up his mind to do thing and is in