The Press., 1893-01-19

dollars by the payment of ten thousand five hundred dollars for stereotype press and outfit. About thirty days later October fifteenth) the balance which had again increased to six thou sand seven hundred and fifty dollars was again reduced to four thousand eight hundred dollars and forty cents by the payment of one thousand nine hundred and forty mine dollars and sixty cents for new news dress and q large quantity of job type. The journal agreed with the cashbook.
 ''That corks 'em!' exclaimed Simmons triumphantly. There's record of every cent the office received and of all it paid out. tell you a mans cash book, if it's kept right, is key to his business, no matter whether he lives or dies don't wonder the Elites wanted to destroy th.s one It's lucky we saved it from the fire
 "But," interposed Jack, Miss Mar garet says these notes are in her fathers own handwriting signatures and all. They are not on 8 regular printed blank
 "The d-d-deuce you say!' gasped Sim
 
 to draw up any paper himself He al ways referred such jobs as that to the l bookkeeper and attached his own signa- ture afterward. He was not an easy penman, but did all his writing with big soft lead pencil"
 "Yes, his copy used to look like lamp black put on with brush
 Well, do you know never saw him sit down and write with d pen but once, and that was-let me think. Why it was in the office the day he gave me my fountain pen. Say. do you know what kind of paper those notes are on?'
 "Yes. That's the thing that struck Miss Margaret as funny, as she ex- pressed it. Those notes are written on ruled, cheap yellow paper. such as they used to send up ads. on, as near as can understand from her description.
 "Jack," cried Simmons excitedly five got the key to the whole business saw thoee notes written, and it was my fountain pen that did it. Those notes were written in blank, so far as the fig ures were concerned, by MT. Medbury himself, and on my de:k. It was while Perkins was alive. 1 lent Medbury my fountain pen one day, so that he could purchase one like it for Miss Margaret or her mother, don't know which. went out on the road, and when I came back he'd lost it. He was somewhat plagued about it, and welit out and bought me another He came over to my desk, and throwing it down on the pad said, Here's better pen than you had, Simmons and he dashed off those three notes on that pad.
 II remember how he tore off the sheet and laid it aside while 1 tried the pen on the pad. I remember he used MT. Charles name, but used no figures. The dollar sign was made, but only dash where the face of the note should have been, and I've found out since that there was a peculiarity about the ink in that pen. This peculiarity will give those rascally Elites away, even if the cash book did not. tell ye, the hand of God is in it, and those men will never be al- lowed to rob Medbury's estate. In the daytime that ink is bluish black, but in the nighttime, under any ordinary light, it's green as grass.
 "Simmons, old man, we'll make the teeth of those two rascals chatter yet," and Jack fairly danced for joy. It was late that night before our worthy friends finally slept the sleep of the just, and the next day at church the minister's homily seemed unusually dull.