News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1885-09-10

when from the entrance opening on the
other side there appeared, not with
his daughter upon his arm, but himself
leaning on that frail support, MIR. Scrim-
son.
The two partners stood speechless an
instant, while conflicting purposes
seemed battling within them.
3Andrew l"-Tully was the first to
speak.
s'MarceIlus l''-and their hands were
clasped.
''God bless us bothl It wasn't you,
then. But who put this lying thing in
the paper?" demanded Tully, pulling
from his pocket the Pittsburgh daily.
''That is my cousin-my twin, they
used to call him." replied Scrimson.
"And now want to know what this
means" And he took from his pocket
letter with the firms heading, and
shook it savagely before the face of
Collins, whose name appeared at the
foot. 1t read:
5 ''DEAR S1R,-Referring to your late express
sions of concern regarding the policy VIII tch
you hold on the life of your late partner, Mr..
Tully 1 would say that recent event renders
it advisable to take steps at once in order to
realize upon it"
"What does that mean," vociferated
Scrimson, ''except that you have news
of Tully's death, and are breaking it to
me as gentle as you CAM"
81 certainly did not wish to disturb
you unnecessarily, sir" replied Collins,
inspired by an excruciating wink which
Mark delivered him over his uncle's
shoulder. 81 simply wish to confer
with you on the matter of reinsurance,
as l learned this morning that the Mon
adnock Mutual has defaulted its pay
ments, and will be wound up at once by
the insurance commissioners"
''That means that our policies are
worthless, said Tully "Well, I'm glad
of it"
$50 am l." responded Scrimson. II
never felt so much like a hound as when
| got Collins letter this morning, and
thought you were gone"
'eNor so like brute as when l read
your death in the papers,"
For some minutes a small and rather
dirty boy in telegraph messengers uni
form had been inquiring of deaf ears if
Mr. Mark Tully kept there. Mark now
took from him the yellow envelope.
tore it open, and glanced at the mes
sage.
EsThis concerns you, uncle" he
said, handing it to the elder man, to
read,
"Peters struck oil Thousand barrels yes
ter1ay Well plugged until tanks arrived.
Am offered big money for land next Fosters
Folly. Wire price and authority to sell.
'eWhat does this mean?" he asked.
eIt means answered Mark, ''that
Fosters mortgage of youts is worth
no one knows how many millions. All
the oil men in Pennsylvania will want
piece of that land tomorrow, when
this new strike becomes known, and
you can sell it for any price you want to
name by the square foot. l have been
kicking myself ever since [ came back
to think that you ever gave that Peters
the option of purchase on twelve
acres"
''Let me congratulate you, Marcel
ius,n said Scrimson. ''You deserve
your luck"
TuIiy.' ''HaE Of this belongs to you,
old friend"
loNot a bit of it. I crowded the
thing on you, and it belongs to you,
reiterated Scrimson.
''Now let's talk sense and business,
said Tully, "When trade is dull the
usual thing is to give the young men a
share in the business, and save salaries,
isn't it2 Well, l propose that we take
in in my nephew and Collins here as junior
partners, and throw the oil property in
as extra capital We two are old enough
to take our ease and let the youngsters
do the work for US, and keep the name
of the old house alive. What do you
say9"
scrimson said yes. And the re-
united partners walked from the count
ing-room side by side, Marx drew
Fanny's hand under his arm, and fol-
lowed with whisper.
'That other firm of Scrimson and
Tully-when shall we sign the articles
of coDartnership2n p2n-HaTpeT'8 Weekly.