The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1902-10-23
"And what cured We, I'd like to

know?''
"The fact that found out an hour
ago that had made a good woman
my accomplice after the fact. There
can be no question about the sinful
ness of that, so am here to do what
I may in the way of reparation.'
$50 on said Andrew Galbraith.
''First about the money"
It was the canny soul of the old
Scotchman that groaned.
"Ye lost it, ye loon; I know all
about that. Go on with your repara-
tions."
"How did you know I lost it?'
queried Griswold, no little mystifed.
''Never you mind what I know or
how I know it. Go on, I say"
But I didn't lose it; or rather, I
lost it and found it again. Odd as it
may seem to you, I have never re-
garded the money as my own. have
held it as fund in trust for the good
of my kind. Ninety-fve thousand
dollars are invested in the Wahaska
iron works, and there are some three
thousand dollars of undivided profits
due on this investment. Here is a
check payable to your order for my
balance at the bank-$3, 94O.57. The
iron works stock can be sold at par
tomorrow, if you like, and that, with
the dividend and this balance, will
make you whole again, with a small
interest on the principal"
Andrew Galbraith heard him
through, with grim satisfaction de-
picting itself on the shrewd old face.
"Ye're not so bad a fnancier," he
said. "Now, what's to become of
ye?"
THAT remains for you to say.
You may go and ring for the police,
and I'll wait here till an officer
comes; or if you don't care to be
mixed up in it, I'll take the first train
south and surrender myself in New
Orleans"
rs that alp"
"All but one thing. If you put the
iron works on the market at once it
will embarrass Mr.. Raymer perhaps
to the point of forcing him to the
wall. l have no right to ask favors
of you
The banker sprang up and began to
tramp up and down in something as
nearly approaching rage as he ever
permitted himself.
"Why, We callow young fule, what
dye think I'm made of?'' he explod-
ed. "A few hours ago you and that
brave bit of lassie-God bless her
-risked your two lives to save mine
Dye think I'll be sending you to that
levin death in the chain gang if We
were twenty times the crazy loon We
are?'
Griswold drew himself up. you've
got it to do, Mr.. Galbraith. You
must not compound felony to save p
me-"
compound your grandmither!'
shouted the old man. eff you go and
give yourself up in New Orleans, I'll
go on the stand and swear I never set
eyes on We before. Then yell have an
old mans perjury on ye're soul to-
answer for. Ma, ma, lad; they call me
hard old skinfint, but after a I'm
just human. You've turned face about,
and it's not old Andrew Galbraith
who'll be piling stones in your way.
Go you right away down to the doc
tors and tell that brave lassie of
yours what's come of it a., and to-
morrow we'll see about the money
matters. Maybe I'll make up my
mind to let sleeping dogs lie, and set
ye up as my resident manager at
your iron works. Go on, We loon, be-
fore turn We out"
Griswold went toward the door,
with his brain in whirl, but when
his hand was on the knob Andrew
Galbraith stopped him.
Hold on a minute, I forgot.
There's man here by the name of
Griffin; he knows who you are, and
he'll be nabbing YOU" Griswold
smiled. ''No, he won't. He has
thrown up the job, as he will proba-
bly, tell you Tomorrow"
Thrown it up? What for?''
Griswold hung his head. ''I-I was
lucky enough to save his life, too.
T."
Ihat'l do; we've mission that
way, it seems. Now, then, be off
with you.''
Griswold left the room and hotel,
walking as one in dream. The
dream lasted until he entered the
gate of Lake Lodge and saw f1utter
of white on the high veranda.
"What have you done, Kenneth?"
she asked, when he would suffer her
to speak.
II have done what I could, dear,
and it is nothing-less than nothing,
in the way of reparation. Oh, Char
lotte, you must be my conscience, if
you take me. I am but a sorry
knave, after all''
"a knave of conscience she muir
INJURED; and he caught at the phrases.
THAT shall be the name of the new
book you are going to help me
write,' he said quickly, confirming it
with a kiss.
And so indeed it was.
THE END.