Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1900-08-29
you? That's right. She's only fol-
ish, headstrong girl, In q month she'll


you? That's right. She's only fol-
ish, headstrong girl. In month she'll
forget your existence"
But don't see what your daughter
has to do with 1t. She Is nothing to
me. SIR"
Spoken like a sensible youth.
thought I'd convince you. There, there,
let the whole thing drop"
and you positively refuse to give me
a trial?"
"Confound you, there you go again!
Do you take me for an idiot?"
I'll wouldn't go MS far MS that, sir.
You don't seem to understand that
was led to believe you would give me
an opportunity to show my worth. l
am greatly disappointed, sir.'
Heavens, man. are we going over
all that again?"
''Try me for month, sir"
mot for a minute!''
"For week."
"Leave the room, sir! Go. sir! Go
to the idiot asylum and marry some
body in your own mental class"
"I'm going, sir. My father will be
greatly surprised at your unreasonable
treatment"
Your father! Who cares for your
father? Why doesn't he keep his weak
minded children Mt home"
Good day. SIR"
sC1,o s1nor o1oco1 v,{tl, "a .Y,o,.,> y,n--
and there was brief silence.
81 wonder what the deuce he meant
by saying he'd tell his father?" Spencer
heard the old man mutter. who's
his father? Well, whoever he is, his
son shall never marry my daughter.
What in the world could she have seen
In such an unbalanced fellowY'
His heavy step sounded on the floor,
and when Spencer looked up the old
man was gazing down at him from the
doorway. His face was very red and
his white nalr still hristled with indig-
nation.
"Well, Mr.. Secretary" he said, "how
are we coming on?'
Every well. sir" replied Spencer.
"Ill lay these replies upon your desk
in a few moments"
"Good," said the old man.
"By the way" said Spencer, swhat
do you want me to say to Van AMMAN
& Co.? They make an offer for your
stock of cochineal. you know"
Accept 1t and tell them we'll ship
the stuff tomorrow"
81 wouldn't do that" said the secre-
tary.
"Eh! cried the astonished old man.
"You don't seem to know that there
is corner forming in dyestuffs," said
Spencer. with slight smile. "Wait a
minute, and will telephone for the
latest quotations"
He arose as he spoke and stepped into
the outer office and entered the tele-
phone box.
at is just as supposed" he said as
he rejoined the old man. "Cochineal
jumped "a per cent at the opening of
the market this morning."
The old man turned and went back to
his desk without word. A moment
later he looked In again.
"That means S2,735 to the good" he
said. "Guess you'll earn your salary
all right" Then he slowly added:
And | guess I'm getting old"
The sound Of an opening door drew
his attention. A radiant vision APP
peared in the doorway. 1t was Emily.
"Well, papa?" she cried, as she
stepped forward.
The old mans lips frightened. 81
sent him packing" he said rapidly. "a
most reprehensible young fellow. You
didn't know him. my dear.''
Before she could Indignantly reply
an astonishing apparition appeared in
the doorway of the inner room. 1t
was Spencer-it was Spencer, bare
headed, with pen in one hand and a
bundle Of letters in the other. AS he
caught her eye he put his finger to his
lips, shook his head at her over the
old mans shoulder, and drew back"
"Oh, father" was oil Emily could
say.
Don't feet bad, my child" said the
old man, with little tenderness in his
tone. You will soon forget him." He.
lowered his voice. 1--WE got young
fellow inside here"-he jerked his
thumb toward the inner door-s'who is
just the man for you. Smart, splendid
family, good-looking, bright as new
dollar. Saved me $2,735 this very
morning! Hadn't been at work twen-
ty minutes. Wait little, and I'll in
troduce him."
"Let me have look at him!" cried
Emily. and she darted to the door.
Good morning." she said to Spen-
Ger.
Good morning." answered that smil-
ing youth, with an eloquent grimace.
Emily turned to her astonished pa-
rent.
Hell do" she said. Come out here,
SIR and they came forward hand in
hand.
BLESS my SOUL" cried the paralyzed
father.
you are quite right, papa" said
Emily. HE is just the man for me.
In fact, I've thought SO for some time,
and yet don't believe you really know
who he is. You are getting reckless,
daddy. Tell him who you are. Spen-
cer?"
The young man gravely Strengthened
his face.
81 am Spencer Grant, of Spencer
Grant & Co. importers Of dyestuffs
and druggists supplies, and entirely
at Mr.. Richard Quarles' service"
Spencer Grant & COP gasped the
old man, us look Of horror came over
his face. "Then who was the other fell
low?"
"I'm afraid" said Spencer gently,
shat 1t was the ELECTROMAGNETIC
son of your old friend"