Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-12-20

"Inere are no yetS, interrupted MT
 Renwyck Tt is not question of m.
 needing money, for l have plenty O
 my own. l made you the proposition
 simply and solely out of friendship
 and"-
 s'And for that very reason" Richard
 cut in, T must decline. I appreciate
 the spirit in which you have tried t help me, but circumstances render my acceptance impossible"
 Again the tinancier regarded his ex traordinary young friend critically through half closed eyes.
 "Come. come" he said bluntly ai last. Don't let's beat about the bush What is your real reason"
 Do you mean that?" asked Richard rising to his feet.
 "I do."
 'Mr. Renwyck,' he said in a clear, level toEs which was now free from any deception, brilliant idea coming to him, the more acceptable in that it was strictly true, you are right. There are several reasons which we need not discuss. l shall mention one which is sufficient, and that is this: You are about to take advantage of a fathers love for his son, which has removed an antagonist from the field. Pardon my speaking plainly, but it strikes me as being a rather unfair business method. prefer to have nothing more to do with it."
 Richard wanted q good slap at the interruptions old man and rejoiced in its delivery. It was Mir. Renwyck's turn to flush, though the condition was brought about by anger rather than shame. He was about to make a sharp retort, but checked himself and asked coldly:
 ''Why didn't you think of that when you offered to take $100,000 worth of shares?'
 'I-I don't know"
 "Ahw
 sTt is sufficient that I did think of 1t before the money was paid, isn't it?" queried Richard, angry at this mono syllable comment on his irresolution and vacillation.
 Quite" answered MT. Renwyck in his most frigid manner. ''Yet I think if you understood the circumstances better, Lord Croyland, perhaps you would view the matter in different light. But every man has right to his own opinion, and so, if you please, we will say no more about it."
 He rose as he spoke to intimate that the interview was at an end.
 ''Thank you," shortly returned the Texan, "and now, if may, I will say good night. I regret that have taken up so much of your valuable time"
 He crossed the library, unlocked the door and went upstairs without a back ward glance, while the fnancier sat looking after him moodily. For many moments Mir. Renwyck did not move. His cigar went out and was held un- needed between his silent lips till at last he dropped 1t into silver ash tray and, rising, sighed.
 Something surprising there. don't quite understand. Who would have thought he would have taken 1t that wayf I wonder if that was his real reason. don't see that I'm to blame. I didn't run over the boy. Well, I'd be fool not to take advantage of his | fathers absence. Besides, what diff does 1t make? He was a goner | It's life and death struggle between us. We used to be good | friends. Is the Englishman right? l wish that-here, here, this won't do! must go to bed at once. 1 can't make out that Lord Croyland. Seems as if I'd met him-er-what could be 1 the matterT' The millionaire paced the floor of his library for a quarter of an hour, then i set hls burglar alarms and went to bed. Richard was equally uneasy. He looked at the little pile of Croyland mail that had accumulated. including several telegrams. which of course he had not opened, and decided to take 1t to the hospital the first thing tomor- row. It was criminal for him to have neglected it and his friend as we'll. And there were other things he would do on the morrow. i