Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1902-10-31
A Passage in the Life
of an Honest Man ~
BY HOWARD FIELDING.
Copyrighted BY DAILY story Pub. Co.,

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GORGE was thief, at o'clock
u in the afternoon. Halt an hour
earlier he had been merely an i'm.
prudent young man who had neg
lecteda matter of $25 borrowed by him
| from cash"
IT his account had been turned
over to anybody else but Williams,
the matter might not appear SO
black, but George had been promoted
over Williams head; the fellow hated
him, and would carry the matter
straight to the supreme head of
everything.
Even now, if he could borrow the
S25-but he had tried all his friends
in the office, and it would not "be
easy to get out" Yet it must be
done; the alternative was criminal
prosecution-sheer ruin.
George laid his hand upon the lid
of his desk to pull it down. With or
without an excuse he must go out
and find that money. It was impos-
sible that he should wreck his life,
destroy his prospects just as they
were beginning to be so bright, and
break his fathers heart with shame
all for sum not much greater
than his wages for week.
Just as he arose from his seat, a
hand was laid upon his arm, and he
turned to face Old Ben, the soft
footed messenger, mysterious as a
demon of eastern fable, who did the
will OF the supreme head of the es-
Establishment.
MIR. Hartman wants to see you,"
said this slave-of-the-ring.
George uttered faint sound ms if
some one had struck him lightly in
the pit of the stomach. He tried to
say all right" but his vocal organs
moved like those of the dumb.
This must be the end of him.
Either his crime had been discovered
already or his interview with Mr..
Hartman would take the time in
which he might have saved himself
1t mattered not which way fate
might choose.
Il wonder if there is anything in
making clean breast of ?" he said
to himself, as he walked toward Har-
riman's room; and then he remem-
bered what had happened to a GER
tam young man who had done that
very thing.
At the thought, George shut his
teeth firmly, and endeavored to
stiffen his legs which felt like two
pieces of string. 1t seemed that the
floor was no longer on a level and he
: saw four knobs on Harriman's door.
as he stretched forth his hand to
open it.
There was f1at-topped mahogany
desk as large as a dinner table in the
middle of the room, and at the oppo-
site side of it sat Hartman. His
eyes were smaller his nose was
larger, his chin was fatter, and his
coloring was brighter red than ever
before in Georges recollection Of him.
The protuberance OIL the top of his
head seemed higher than usual, and
the blue-black hair stood up on it, as
If upon the back of an angry cat.
George had been in the great mans
presence oftener, during the past
year, than any other minor employe
in the main office. He was an object
of envy on that account. Hartman
had intrusted to him certain portions
of the correspondence with the chiefs
OF the smaller agencies throughout
the country, and had frequently re-
ceived the young mans suggestions
with favor. George admired him; be-
lieved he was the greatest business
genius between the two oceans; and
had accepted his favor as the highest
blessing in the gift of Providence.
The idea OF appearing before this man
as thief was thing to die Of.
Lang" said Hartman, I'm going
to give you chance"
Georges brain made five hundred
rapid revolutions in his head. Could
this mean that Hartman had been
told of his dishonesty and would for
give him if he confessed? Probably:
and if he could have found voice, he
would have begged for mercy.
"Ninety-nine clerks in a hundred +"
Hartman continued, will always be
clerks. l believe that you are the
hundredth man. You've been hand
ling some correspondence with our
agents under my direction-and you
have shown a comprehension of the
subject that has made me think well
OF YOU"
George merely bowed. He could mol
speak aloud. All his faculty of Ian
guage was occupied in interior sound.
less cursing OF himself for his incred.
ible folly. His intellect refused to
credit his memory; it was impossible
that he was the man who had stolen
$25 for suit of clothes-at the cost
of his whole future.
Our man Robbins, in Johnstown."
Hartman proceeded, has been hav-
ing trouble, as you know"
He paused, and in the interval, the
effort of remembering who Robbins
was, cleared Georges mind. The
calmness of despair came upon him,
and he spoke with perfect freedom,
as never before in Harriman's pres.
ence.
i "Robbins is not the, mum for the