The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1903-08-21

the railroad or the railroad will own
the manufacturer"
but there are other factories in this
tow" he persisted.
Because Of our great mercy they
continue to exist, my son." said l.
'TYou will observe that none Of them
is a carpet factory"
"The branch is a stock company, OF
course?" said he
at is officially known as the Tun-
| bridge and Wells junction Railroad
company" | replied. There are 10000
shares of stock of the par value of
| 500 each. 1t is rarely on the market,
but the last sale, as / remember, was
| at 1870. The value has greatly ad-
vanced of late. A little more than q
year ago there was quite block of it
for sale bought some, and your
! father and Carl and Mr.. Bum bought
100 shares each. We got it at about
105. 1t was upon my advice that the
| others invested in it,"
wasn't that quite large purchase
for Mr. Bunn? said Donald. II
wouldn't have thought that he could
raise $10,500. I'm not asking for idle
curiosity, uncle" he added earnestly.
"Mr. Bum put up about half the
money" l replied, "and ! made up the
balance The hundred shares stand in
my name, but he can have them when
ever he pays what is due. Meanwhile
| he draws the dividends on the whole
lot ] shan't charge him interest on the
money which l advanced. l wanted
him to make a good investment, you
understand II left to himself, Bum
| always makes bad ones. That's why l
hold the stock in my name. I'm afraid
he'll sell 1t and lose the money. It's a
| friendly arrangement"
"You couldn't prevent Mr.. Bum
from taking the stock if he paid you
your money could your asked Don
aid, and replied In the negative.
We were just entering my grounds.
Donald stopped suddenly and leaned
against one of the gate posts, as if
overcome by sudden exhaustion.
observed that his face, which had been
| flushed as a result of his recent ex-
ercise in the heat, had grown quite
| pale.
"Wait a minute, uncle" he said, and
stood stock still, staring at him.
''Mr Bum will do that within three
days"
"What do you mean?" / demanded.
PAY that money? He hasn't got it."
"He will get it." responded the boy
firmly. mfr. Kelvin will give it to
him"
Kelvin exclaimed. "Why should
he do it,"
Twill you let me ask you a question,
uncle?" said Donald did Professor
Severn-the fellow who wasn't Pro
fessor Severn--talk to you about the
branch road2"
My memory suddenly began to work
with astonishing clearness and rapid
ity
1--WE were standing by the Office one
day." said l. land he pointed down to-
ward the station and mentioned the
curious circumstance that while travel
ing in the west he had met a man who
held stock in that road. Naturally
asked him who 1t was, and he named
my cousin, Silas Harrington. A very
agreeable man. said our professor,
but eccentric. He told me that he
never lived more than six months in
one place. What part of the world has
he reached by this timer"
"And you told him?" said Donald,
wiping his dripping forehead.
Yes; l told him that Silas was in
Colorado Springs the last that heard
Of him."
"How much stock does he hold?"
replied that to the best of my
recollection the amount was 200 shares.
1--WE must telegraph to him." said
Donald.
do you mean to tell me-" said l,
that a serious attempt is being made
to get control of the branchT
"There is no doubt of it" he respond
you before, but l didn't know the
truth until today. 1t was all guess
work, But they can't do it, uncle?
They can't really do it?"
II don't see how it's possible" said
l. "There's the whole Hackett inter
est to reckon with, Why, William
/ Hackett and the other heirs control
almost two-fifths of the stock"
I'm afraid Kelvin has 1t by this
time" said Donald almost in a whis-
per,
my boy" said very seriously, sis
not this pretty deep water? I'm afraid
you're relying too much upon your
self"
I'm relying upon you, Uncle John,
all that can" he replied. I'm fight
ing for my life and more than my life.
That's the truth about 1t. You know
that for any trivial motive ! would
not take advantage of-make use off,
He could not go on, but / understood
him His instructive knowledge of
these plots against me had driven him
to rely upon his special gift, and in the
use of 1t he knew not how to work in
full harmony. with an ordinary man
like me. Much that he knew was
doubtless too vague to be put into
words, and certainly it was susceptible
of no rational proof l then saw more
clearly than ever before how terrible
burden this mysterious power might
be, and / fully understood why those
who possess it deny the possession and
zealously strive to turn the inward eye
away from such revelations
/ Yet ! suspected that Donald was as
sisted by disclosures Of more palpa-
bic nature. There was tangible ex-