The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1896-04-03
A PARTNERSHIP.


turned down Yarmouth row. He was
handsome young fellow, somewhat shah
billy dressed, and as he walked he careless
~ u1ok stock of his surroundings. Near
the bottom of the row a window was open,
and by a geranium that bloOmed in not,
the first and only flower he had seen, q
girl was leaning lightly on her elbow.
Il ak you agin, John Wade, - shouted
he of the oily, If you re a-gOin to sea2''
An I tell you agin, skipper, replied
q dogged voice from the interior, Il amt
a-gOin to sea. s."
''Then. " cried the giant wildly, ''what
am to dOf Here's the vessel ready to
sail, an you a-sulkin. But, as sure as my
name is Bill Thompson, III police ye."
The girl at the window, who seemed
used to such scenes, smiled. Looking up
at her, he saw for the first time that she
was in deep mourning.
''Am of any use?'' he said to the wear
or Of the oily. 81 want job
GONE on, then, % cried the delighted
fisherman. But stop. What's your name,
my lad?'
''John Smith, y was the answer, and his
hesitation escaped the skipper.
well, Smith, for fear o. accidents some
one had better take your money. Who'll
ye leave it with9''
The young man again looked up at the
window.
going to take it, miss. Well, you know
where to go. Old Tom Price is the owner,
an the name Of the vessel the SauCy Lass.
Come on, Smith. No more hankyin. Your
sweetheart 'ull take your money, . and he
seized the newly shipped by the arm.
"No, no, she cried in confusion, II do
not know the gentleman. III
But already Smith, with the hand of the
skipper on his arm, had been hurried out
of earshot, and before she could reach the
door the two had vanished down the row.
Eight weeks later young man, bronzed
and hearty, stood on Yarmouth quay. It
was John Smith. His sea rig had given
place to a decent suit of clothes, and he
seemed ponderfng which way to 60. At
last he wandered away to the seashore.
Finding a spot where pale blue violets lay
low among 5he sea grass, he flung himself
down and pulled out an envelope. 1t con-
tanned a pOstOf1Ce order wrapped in a sheet
of note paper, and on this was written,
Katherine Perry" The amount was the
sum due to him on his pay card. He had
been to the house, but found her gone.
YeU here was his money left by her in this
form.
On his homeward path he stopped to
buy a morning paper. Quite undisturbed,
he began to look it over. Suddenly he
caught his breath. His gaze was riveted
on an advertisement that read thus
George Neal is earnestly requested to
communicate with Mossrs. Furness q
Wapp, solicitors, Lincoln's Inn Fields
when he will hear Of something t. his ad-
vantage. Any person knowing of the
whereabouts Of the said @. NJ. and COM
municating She same to the above firm,
Will be suitably rewarded"
Before noon that day John Smith had
shaken the dust of Yarmouth from his feet
ard was on his way to London. A s he
burst into the Office q carefully dressed cd
gentleman wearing pair Of gold trimmed
glasses stepped forward to greet him.
This he did by nearly shaking his arm off.
Why, NY dear George, - he cried, how
glad I am 10 see you We have been ad-
vertising for you all over the country.
How is it you haven It seen our advertise
ment before?''
In a few words the young man told his
tale. The old solicitor listened with much
interest; then his face grew grave.
So you have not heard the news, my
10y, he said. - Your uncle is dead
tDeadl" repeated George Neal sadly.
And we parted in anger merely because
refused TO follow the profession he had
chosen for me.
If we thought oftener Of the king OF
terrors there would be fewer quarrels, -
said the lawyer kindly; but he, too, was
sorry, George, thong when you hear the
rest you may think he took an odd way
of showing it. I WIS called in to draw
up a fresh viii. Subject to one condition
he made his property over to you"
And chat condition.
Excuse me a moment, - said Mr.. Fur
ness, looking at his watch. 81 expect Is
lady here presently. Let US step into my
private room
And that condition. said George Neal
firmly.
Now, my dear boy, said the lawyer,
don't fire up. You have had your way;
let the dead Inan have his. In some little
miserable seaport on the east coast your
uncle had, what nearly everv successful
man has nowadays, poor relative. I6
came to his knowledge that this poor rela-
tive had died and left a daughter. This
was quite enough for your uncle and he
made it a requisite condition that you
marry her. The lldy's name isl
'Stopl' With his face expressing all
the bitterness he felt the young man rose.
Footsteps had been coming nearer every
moment and invOluntarily Meals face
turned to the door. The clerk came first.
Then the lawyer, with old fashioned court
esq, hastened forward to intercept the Wis
itor.
Miss Kate Perry, - he said, land this,
my dear young lady, is Mr. George Neal.
All the blood chat was in Meals body
rushed to his face. He stood grasping ut
the back Of his chair, unable to utter a
word
Then the little hand that the lawyer
held started trembling so violently that it
attracted Mr.. Furness' attention, and he
hastily led her TO a chair.
1T is possible he said. 'that my in
PRODUCTION comes a tribe late Am wrong
in this surmises"
IL, - stammered Kate. ''BIF. Smith,
Then she stopped, blushing deeply.
AT last George Neal S tongue was united,
and be FASTENED to the rescue. II have
met this young lady before, he said.
under very singular circumstances We
now meet under circumstances stranger
still An explanation is due to her, and If
you will give a little time to explain
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