The Globe-republican., 1893-12-01

, matters must remain as they arc for
the present; feel that must go; am
far from contented now"
You feel that You must go, do you?
Then go. sir. I feel that You have
outraged and disgraced us in the eyes
! of our friends, and the quicker you go
the better. Co." and the wrathful ia
ther pointed straight to the outer door.
Father, don't. don't speak like
that" cried the mother, her voice chOA-
ing with tears; but Judson had sprung
away from the table and left the room.
He was heard upstairs for moment,
and throwing open the dining-roo1t
door said: MANDY. may speak to you
for a moment?''
| Then up rose Mr.. Morton. and, turn
| ing to Judson, said, with muck dignity:
''Sir, it is my wish that my daughter
has nothing whatever to say to you
now or ever; Mandy, remain in your
seat"
Judson's mother would not let him
60 without a word, and she followed
him into the hall. She was too late,
however, for the front door closed with
a bang. and Judson Wilmot had gone
out from under his fathers roof in an
ger and perhaps forever. The almost
untouched Thanksgiving dinner was
left to spoil, for none had any heart to
eat Matte alone appeared to mind
this.
"A grand dinner all spoiled for the
last one. left the table.
For Judson Wilmot, seeing the world
J was rot an exceptional experience and
| yet it was'not q common one. He had
something over one hundred dollars OF
his own money and this he took with
! him to the city. He realized now that
he had his own fortune to make, and
! he wasted no time in foolishness. Be-
! ing a farmer he was naturally inter
ested in the wheat market, and chance
threw him in the way of an option
broker. He invested a portion of his
capital and came out q winner. Again
lie ventured and again won. Fortune
appeared to smile upon him and in less
than two months he had accumulated
over ten thousand dollars He wrote {
line to Ike Staples to this effect. for
though he would not write home he
wanted his folks to know that he was
independent of them all Of course
this was all duly reported with such
additions as Ike's friendly Imagination
could invent. Matters were very live
~ in Mottville. too. just at this time.
For months there had been fair pros
pect of a railroad going through the
SECTION. and early in the spring it YVES
rushed through and a real town sprang
up. Ike Staples was made rich by the
rise of property and the sale of goods
and was a prominent man in the young
city. Blocks of buildings had been
erected and business was thriving gen.
orally. Again Ike heard from Judson;
this time that he had ventured his
money in a theatrical company and
that there was no chance for anything
but big fortune for him. Thus the
people of Mottville became accustomed
to the idea that Jud Wilmot was a very
rich man and that when he came back
home it would be to start bank in the
city that had grown up in his absence.
The summer few by and November
once more came around A few days
before Thanksgiving group of idlcrs
at the new depot saw stylish young
fellow alight from an afternoon train
and start on foot toward the Wilmot
homestead Ike Staples was at little
distance when the stranger passed. but
he recognized him
''Say, that there young feller is judi
SON Wilmot," said he. You bet he
has struck it rich and we will have q
new bank for sure. Did you notice
them there clothes?" s@
1t was Judson Wilmot snre enough.