Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1888-12-22

] but good angel was already busying
| himself for their reunion. And such an
angel.-Chauncey Gibbs!
! He won't write to old Silas?" Then l
will, said Chauncey, half aloud, when
! George had lett him. He won't kill his
uncle-an old fool? Then l will" He
/ opened the long blade of his penknife
and-trimmed a quill which he found on
Georges desk.
There were paper and ink, as may be
supposed. and there was also the ready
writer, Chauncey, who began:
st. GNATs, Dec. 20, IS.
DEAR SlR-As my friend, Mr..
| George Poynter, is unfortunately suffer
ing at this time from a severe blow in
his chest-('That's perfectly true)-I
have placed myself at his service: and
although | shall not express myself as he
would have done on the subject That's
true again, fancyO-I hope you will
take the will for the deed News has
reached us here, dear sir-('Hell
like that dear sir'}-that after many
not NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., you
| have discovered that man was not made
| to live alone, and therefore, with wise
/ y
sought connubial felicity at the altar of
St Mary Axe. every goodr muttered
| Chauncey; the name of the church will
show that his secret is known to us.0 |
know not whether it is your wish that
your blissful union should be made gen
orally known; but | cannot hesitate ION
the part of my friend, l mean) to offer
you my sincerest congratulations, and to
wish you all the happiness you deserve.
CThats true; and | should like to add,
all you are likely to find | am aware
that what you have done must neces-
sarily interfere largely, if not entirely,
with those expectations which you once
or twice. Shall I say promised? NO)G
encouraged lie to entertain-(What
would old George say to that land
though | descend from the Clouds
Good figure that')-to the substratum
of daily toll and permanent anxiety, /
shall know that YOU are sitting happy at
your domestic hearth, smoking the pipe
of peace-(.It wants something else to
round off the sentence -and-and-
cob, blow itr)-rocking the cradle.
"May Irequest-if not asking too much
at this blissfUl period Of your life-a line,
to tell me that may add to my affection
ate renembrances an Aunt Cheeseman?
Il remain, dear sir,
Your affectionate nephew,
''For GEORGE POINTER
Chaunccy paused. 1T won't do to sign
my name, or Mrs. c.. will remember it.
Yes-I have it-they never heard the
name of Z. GIBBS.
Having sealed and directed his letter,
Chauncey proceeded to post it.
In travelling down from London
Chauncey had learned that projected
branch railway from st. Gnats was in
high favor with all the mOneyed interest
of the place; and when he suggested the
propriety of killing cid Silas he had this
railway in his mind, as on the following
day the allotment of shares was to take
place. Chauncev knew--as he knew
everybody-Mr Golding, the banker and
chairman pro tenn. of the projected COM
panv. Without the least misgiving or
hesitation he called upon that highly re-
spectacle gentleman, and, after few
minutes interview, gave the converse
ton an extraordinary twist, or jerk, as
thus:
You've heard Of the great windfan to
our townsman, George Poynter, | sup
pose" said Chauncey. ''No? Well, per
hap3 it was hardly to be expected, seeing
what retiring fellow he is. ="
..What is it, asked Mr.. Golding. HE
is q young man for whom | have the
greatest respect. l shall be glad to hear
of any good fortune to him"
And it is a good fortune! His uncle,
you know, was immensely rich" said
Chauncev. THE cid bachelor is no more
went off three days ago-and my friend
George was long ago his appointed heir. .
"Silas Cheeseman gOne!" remarked
Mr.. Golding, with a shrug; ga very
money getting man; and must have Cled
very rich-very rich"
"E-nor-mously rich! Single man many
years; no expenses, you know" said
Chauncey. Il witnessed the last moments
Of the old bachelor at st. Mary Axe.
Went off quite composedly after his viii
was accomplished. By the bye, it strikes
me you might secure the interest OF young
George"
How, my dear cir?' asked Mr. Gold
ing; Eve are always glad to secure good
client
And with such wealth. said Chaun-
cev. You allot shares III the st. Gnats
junction tomorrow, do you not!'
Yes" repli-C the banker; land the
applications exceed anything ever knew;
the shares will be five or six premium
before tomorrow is over"
"That's your plan, then! Secure him
thousand"
"a thousandr' exclaimed Mr.. Golding.
"Well, half thousand-say five hun
dred-for George Poynter; I'll let him
know whose influence he has to thank
for them. You'll be the banker OF his
immense wealth-his friend-adviser."
but he has not applied" said Mr..
Golding.
But you have. What's a paltry five
hundred to you in comparison to after
gain-or to him? He won't care for the
money. but the friendlinesso of the thing"
said Chauncey, with flourish OF the
hand, as though he were proposing the
merest trifle of q sacrifice.
"And you, my dear sir!' asked Mi.
Golding.
ooh, nothing; I want nothing; and
you may rely upon my secrecy"
Mr.. Golding pressed Chauncey's hand,
and thanked him for the friendly sug-
ton.
Mr.. Golding had but one confidant,
Mr.. Baxter, who at that moment entered
the bank, and was announced as being
there.
"Do you object to my naming the mat
ter to my friend Baxter?-great influence
at the board said Golding.
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