The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-11-13

said Mr.. Montgomery, 1--WE can catch the
limited for New York"
New York;"
Eyes; you must get to London as quick
as tho Lord will let you"
"London?'
Listen! If We catch tho limited you
will be in New York tomorrow afternoon.
Ny brother will meet you and tell you
everything"
Eugene Logan had been in the employ
of Montgomery Brothers & Co. more than
half his life, and was not now to be sur
prised by any sudden movement these
bold operators might make. He had once
before-three years before-been hustled
Off to London, and had never regretted
anything connected with the journey ex-
cept the fact that he was hustled back
again before he had advanced far enough
in acquaintance with certain young lady
to warrant . request for correspondence
with her.
As the carriage rolled along Eugene ex-
planned some matters of business left un-
finished on his desk.
The limited rushed and screeched but it
could not frighten Time out of its ac-
customed jog. Eugene had day on his
hands. He could sleep away less than q
notony by writing long social letter to his
dear old friend Dick Short, who was heading
an expedition in search of archaeological
treasures in the Black Hills. The rest of
the time was spent in vain speculation
as to the purpose of his journey and in
wondering-for the thought would intrude
itseif-whether the young lady in London
would be glad to see him.
At Jersey City he was met by Mr.. judi
son Montgomery, who took him to his
homo on the Palisades and devoted the
evening to giving him instructions con-
corning his mission abroad.
That night Eugene Logan's head lay
lightly on his pillow and sleep was long
time coming. He had been let into secrets
of which he had never dreamed, though
ne had long supposed be was on pretty
confidential terms with his employers,
and he was proud of himself for having
merited these condolences. as well as CRATE
full for having been chosen for SO import
ant mission.
In the morning . few purchases were
made and he was betimes aboard his
steamer walking mp and down arm in arm
with the senior member. the supreme head
of the great firm whose daring he now
foresaw was going to electrify the financial
world.
"And l." his glad thoughts kept whis-
pering to him, land I, Eugene Logan,
aged 80. once errand boy, am to be the
medium of this master stroke"
Al Mr. Montgomery was about to step
from the steamer he laid his hand endear.
ingly on the young mans shoulder and
said:
Eugene. you are going to do this bust
ness well and you are always going to be
glad Of it."
There was significance in these words
which Eugene was quick to catch. and as
the monster vessel, groaning. swung out
into the river he stood on deck and waved
his hand with tho air Of one already bid
ding adieu to business partner and in-
innate friend.
Yes. it was groan that the great ship
gave. Eugene would have heard it so.
could he have foreseen how differently his
next meeting with Judson Montgomery
was to terminate.
On his arrival in London Eugene was
met at the station by Mr.. Whitfield. whose
years Of faithful service to the Montgom-
erys had earned for him (as similar service
had earned for others) a place in the firm
name under the comprehensive abbrevia-
ton. "Co."
'You are to make my house your home