The Washington herald., 1907-12-09

OF al thlS. me old Ion scented some
/ thing good. and meant 10 have his finger
I in the Port plea little cloud at first. no
bigger than Phil Calmont's hand in the
Icoacern-but presently to overshadow and
control everything But when q man. AZ
ter years Of bitter selfshness. al last sets
out 10 do a kind action, he does II lit
] tie shamefacedly, awkwardiy, but COM
pletely. And Phirs feminine sixth sense
helped him TO understand the master II
CORN Castle-helped him also 10 believe
/ In Jacob Romer. Certainly the affair OF
the Port Pit urgently needed support less
( inconstant than that Of Uncle Barry He
would put the matter 10 his principal
Why. certainly. my boy-a capitalist.
did you say? Wants some OF your shares?
Yes. Of course; only don't go botheriu' me
AS many as you like, only get the nest
built on the site Dick and found for
you, looking over 20 the Skerry. and yet
sheltered by the lr-woods from the north
and east Then We viii see about the
mate fos ye. boy Phil"
In his secret heart. Phil would have
preferred 10 settle that part FIRST. But
every one down at the Rough Isle was so
busy with the building Of the model
lighthouse tthe outgoing expenses OF
which Woefnlly curtailed his wages bill
up on the 'heugh'D. that he saw but lit
/ tie Of Vida; and that little always IN the
( presence Of either OF the couple of Joint
stock fathers.
Now. however. he saw a way out of
all this He was 10 have three hundred
shares in the concern. All was properly
and legally arranged. These he could GER
tainiy dispose Of at what he could get
for them. Thus he would tide over the
wOrst-the time Of the building OF the
model lighthouse on the point. the Ian
tern installation. and so on. Then once
more Uncle Barny would be available in
his entirety-or perhaps by that time
(such things had happened the mine
would be paying its way
The next day you may be sure thai. Phil
heard the airy clink Of bit and bride
down in the road beneath the copsewood.
short colloquy followed and then the
carriage drove on. Phirs heart beat heav-
ily- II was now or never. II he did not
get moro capital-at least. some tempo
rary yaSsistance-the Portogarten Pitwould
be "A failure. Still worse. they would all
think 1t had been his fault Had he not
had free hand? Certainly. except with
regard TO money. The white tower down
on the point. the petted child OF the old
lighthousemen's fancy, had taken most Of
that.
Good morning, Master Phil" said ia
cob Romer. gaily. He was always jocose
when be came up 10 the Port Mine. II
was little daily relaxation which he al
lowed himself. Besides, he could look
down on the cottage at Rough Island.
nd J.
quick. determined steps on the white
paths cut among the green turf of the
''links"-while beyond was the to-and-fro
Of the workmen among the scaffoldings
Of the Point Light
He laughed Then he moved on a few
steps 10 a new point OF view and laughed
again. No one in the memory OF man
had ever heard Jacob Romer laugh like
that before.
But it was by no means done IN na-
turedly He clapped Phil on the back
and put the question for which the young
man had been waiting. This was Friday,
ard there was not enough money in the
bank to pay Saturdays wages bill. He
had spoken to Billy. but that careless
ca capitalist had only answered: "Oh. sure:
many is the time l have had 10 wait
three months out on yonder light for my
money. Unc Barny has failed TO con-
meet again, that's all Give them your
note Of hand II they come botherin'."
And with that he made of 10 superin-
tend the installment Of a new patent
steam siren down al the point
IF we can't beat the Sherry in light
power. We will outbellow the old lady by
miles" was what ne confided to Dick
Finnan, who though not so deeply inter-
ested financially, was equally enthusiastic
As for Vida. she cooked and swept and
superintendent the operations of Emma
Smith every morning Of the week when
she remained to clean up and do the
rough work. Vida made herself pretty OF
afternoons and played on her cottage
BroadwOOd And II she thought at all OF
the anxious. pale-faced young engineer on
the heights of Port Heugh. up in the
Bothy. with only one OF the pithead hands
10 cook for him. Il was not in the knOwl-
edge of man-least OF all Of the person
chiefly interested-that she did IT, So for
comfort 70 himself the youth talked to
her father-that is. to her real father
who in Vida's opinion was still the slayer
OF her mother.
well, about those shares-how many
have you got2" said Jacob Romer.
Three hundred said Phil. his nerves
quivering.
NhO IS SOui taNSti-. Setiu SacOD Dali
ancing himself in Pills chair. Of which
he had now learned the secret
'Purves. Of C0atestown.' said Phil
We'll" said Mr.. ROomer IF YOU like
1 will take a hundred and fifty of these
and-keep YOU going TIL the stuff you
take out balances your weekly working
expenses and leave you a hundred pounds
70 the good,''
Philip gasped. He could hardly speak.
In a suSh of confidence he felt that he
must tell about the empty treasury and