The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1897-12-17

might. though she's one of large
family. But the firm has been pleased
with the young man, and the young
man has got footing In the hrms
houses, which is more than the COM
mon ruck Of us do-unless it's bit OF
a kick-up at Christmas time, in con-
descending way, which we may appre-
ciate or may not, according to the bent
of our minds But this young Foy is
musical, and he's half foreigner, and
those two things have stood him in
good stead with the firms families;
and the upshot of it all is that he's
going to be married to the youngest
Miss Umpleby the day after to-mor-
row.
could / see him for a few minutes?
I shan't detain him long"
Certainly, sir; I'm sure he'll be
happy to oblige YOU said the clerk,
who knew all about the Vicar of Fresh
mead, one of the most popular men
within twenty miles of Grandchildren.
The clerk went to fetch Mr.. Foy,
and returned presently with the ac-
complished young man. The vicar was
student of character. He had not
spent all his days amidst the green
pastures of Freshmead. Seven years
Of his life had been devoted to preach
ing and teaching, and doing all man
ner OF good works, in one of the vilest
and most populous districts of East
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scoundrelism In his time; he knew a
scoundrel when he saw one. and bis
first glance at CASTOR Foy convinced
him that this young favorlte of for
tune was as dark william as ever
wore a smooth face to gull the world.
Yes, despite his polished manners,
his gentle and insinuating smile, and
the oily blandness of his legato tones
the vicar made up his mind that this
was the villain he wanted. This wa;
the man who had brought his dying
victim to the railway station and
transferred the burden of his crime to
a stranger.
George Caulfield had infinitely de.
scribed the mans appearance, and this
man, in every feature, correspondent
with that description. That he seemed
perfectly happy and at ease did not
surprise Mr.. Leworthy. To a creature
of this kind discrimination was second
nature.
The vicar stated his business, and
sat down at the clerks desk to write
a rough draft of the letter to be trans
lated. but after writing a sentence he
stopped abruptly.
ITS a business that requires some
thought" he said. IF you'll look in
at my hotel this evening and let me
dictate the letter quietly there, / shall
esteem it a favor. | won't keep you
half an hour, and you'll be doing me
an inestimable service
Mr.. Foy looked at him rather sus-
piclously.
my time is not my own just now"
he said. "If you'll send me your let
ter I'll put it into Spanish for you, but
l have no time to call at your hotel"
This was said with a decided tone
that settled the question.
Il see, thought lhe vicar. lie Is
not the man to walk into any little
rap that may set for him."
'I'll send the letter to your private
address this evening"" he said.
"You had better send it here. live
A little way out Of Grandchildren"
The vicar assented, wished Mr.. Fey
good morning" and went away. Ten
minutes afterward he went back to
Kibble G. Umpleby's, saw the clerk he
lad seen first, and said:
Il may as well have Mr.. Foy's adj
lress, in case l shouldn't be able to
get my letter written before he leaves
business"
Certainly, sir. Mr.. Foy lives at
Cottage, Lawson
lane"
Thanks. may not want to send
0 him there, but it's as well to be on
he safe side Good morning."
Good morning, sir" said the clerk,
loud. "Fidgety old gentleman" he
calculated, inwardly.
(To BE CoNTINUED)