Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-07-25

What, you beggari" cried MS uncle
when he was able to speak. Too proud
20 receive present from my wife? I
should think, then, it was about time YOU
no longer accepted her hospitality"
was about to wish you goOd-even-
ing and to withdraw, said Eugene,
mildly
The sooner yOu'ra ont of the house the
better, grOwled the other.
The young man, with not the most
agreeable sensations in the world, said
goodnight" and took his departure.
1t was now 20 late he did not think it
best to repair to young feelings house
and more especially as he had no good
news to communicate; so, with a GespOnd-
ing heart. he wandered about the streets
for an hour, and then slowly made his
way to his own room, where, without I'M
dressing, he threw himself upon his bed.
not to sleep, but to think.
For an hour he lay there, scarcely NOV
ing and had it not been for his wide
open, staring eyes, which were intently
liked upon the ceiling, one might have
thought him sleeping; as it was, he more
closely resembled the dead.
All at once, with glad eXclam alton,
he sprang out upon the floor, and turning
up the gas, which he had left dimly
burning, hurried to trunk in one corner
of the room, and, having selected a key
from among several on a ring, quickly
opened it.
After removing two trays, he thrust his
hand down into a corner and brought up
a leather-cOyered case, which, upon be
ing opened, disclosed a splendid gold
watch, set with jewels, and a solitaire
diamond ring.
These will do for his business, he
murmured, softly; but what is to be-
come of me? No matter, with Ray out of
this ticklish scrape, I can afford to wait
baoufiFT7f
and then, after putting away the case
and undI essing, he sought his couch and
was speedily fast asleep.
The next morning, some time before
eight O'Clock, he called at Fielding's
house; and on his frieBd's fastening to
the door to meet him, placed a hundred
dollar bill in his hand.
I have succeeded, you see, he simply
said, and now l Will go and get some
thing to eat"
Stop! stop, Eugene, called Raymond,
as his friend was hUrryIng away; you
must breakfast here; if you. don't, Meta
and will never forgive you. Besides,
want to ask you question, What makes
you look so deathIy pale?"
No matter" said Eugene, hastily;
/ then, in another tone:
See here, Ray, I'll eat with you if
you'll only hurry through your meal and
let me alone. What I want, above all
things now, is to see you straight with
the bank. Do yOu4un underestimate"
%Of course, OF course; but tell me-"
Not word until lunch time, then I'll
tell you everything"
Well, you hard-hearted wretch, if
that's your ultimatum, come along" and
he led the way up to the sitting
/ where his sister soon Joined them.
Meta Fielding was a sweet, innocent
little thing, Of but a tri1e more than
eighteen years-a girl that any man
might be proud to call wife or sister.
From the first time her brother had
brought Eugene to their home he had in
terested her greatly, and, truth to say, the
young man felt a warm regard for her; in
so much, indeed, that he had fallen into
the habit OF spending at least half his
evenings in the apartments Of his friend.
Breakfast did not detain them long this
morning, and after it was over, they bid
the sweet little housekeeper good-by, and
fastened down town.
Eugene did not accompany his friend
when he went to carry out the mission
intrusted to him by the president the day
| before; but he knew he had succeeded
when he saw his cheerful face as he en-
tered the bank, and went to his desk
about half an hour after the president ar
rived.
That morning Raymond Fielding work
ed with a happy heart; but, from time to
time, as he glanced toward the assistant
bOOk-keeper, hs was troubled to see
settled look of gloom upon his brow,
What can possibly be the matter with
.him?" ne asked Of himself FOR the hun
dTedth time. We'll, I shall find out at
one o'clock. He Will tell me everything
then, so I must have patience and wait.
But he was to know something about
/ it even before that hour.
1t was little past twelve, when, on
/ casually looking up, he saw Mr.. EllistOn,
/ EUgene's uncle, enter the bank. It was
! q h0nrH " mr. ba vUn9 f6nrnFH
somewhat surprised to see him there.
The great man did not stop In the bank
| ing room, but passed through to the
! Presidents private apartment, where a
| quarter of an hour later, Eugene was re-
! Quested to present himself.
He Obeyed the summons at once, but
! was scarcely absent ten minutes. When
/ he reappeared his face was deathly pale,
/ and there was a stern, set expression
/ about his features they had never worn
/ before.
Raymond was greatly alarmed, and
/ would have sprung to his side, but
/ Eugene made a hurried gesture to deter
/ him, and passing close by his desk, he
| rapidly whispered:
Don't look up; don't move. It's best
/ you shouldn't appear O7er-friendly with
! me. I've been discharged, and am going
/ at once. Come to Gibbs IUnch-roOm at
one o'clock. III be there, and tell you
! all about it. God bless you, old fellow"
And he passed on to his desk.
Briefly he explained to the head book
/ keeper, giving him no idea, however, of
the actual facts; and before one o'clock
he had turned over his books, received
/ what was due him, and had left the bank.
He went directly to the lunch-TOOm,
where he knew the other employees of the
bank were hardly likely to come; and
having selected table in a remote cor
ner, prepared to wait for his friend.
Raymond did not keep him long wait
room, and catching glimpse of him in
( the far corner fastened to his side.
] Sit down. said the discharged book
/ keeper; and as the other took his seat,
what viii you have?"
~Oh, anything, exclaimed Ray, imps-
tiently; 1T doesn't matter. But, I say, be