The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-08-03
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will leave you" said Father Francis simply. sand give you thanks from my heart. And may God bless you and further our work" He shook hands with the mil- iionaire and walked towards the door
 ''one moment said Mir. Lampirtny' Father Francis turned and waited There was nothing serviie in his a1s titude, though he had been recalled like a servant.
 "The big scheme" continued the millionaire. cannot possibly come orr for two months, or more. And if you don't keep your mouth shut, 1t won come off at all, But must see you once week. and talk over details with you. You must not come here, as your visits will attract too much attention. He paused and looked at the mans strange garb and long hair Father Francis understood. and bowed ms head.
 You are quite right to dress like that" continued Mir. Lampirthy; Tt IS a good advertisement. But 1t will make your visits to this hoteg undesir- ably conspicuous, will call to see you every Friday afternoon at four o'clock. Do you understand"
 "Yes. I understand"
 IOu Cdu &V On WILL yOQE hAoSASNC~S ' business and preaching, and rake in as want money. What do you consider the bare living wager"
 Sixteen shiilings week"
 MT. Lampirthy unlocked drawer and took out some bank-notes.
 Here are seventy pounds. That will keep you going for some time"
 Father Francis drowned. He saw the trap that was being laid for him. :. .sf don't want seventy-flve pounds, he said sterniy, mot at present. There Is only one man to pay, and that is myself. Give r1e sixteen shillings. and will ask you for the same sum every week As to the future, wish all payments to come from you, and to be properly checked. do not intend to handle your money"
 A faint flush came into the million aires saliow cheek, and he took six- teen shillings from his pocket.
 Here you are," he said. and laid the money on the table. Then, moved by a sudden impulse, he rose to his feet, picked up the coins, and walked across the room to the man who was standing by the door Here you are" he re- peated. and placed the money In Father Francis's hand. The simple action uAGAHl uQEIs | was btku tA@t nv preacher was henceforward to stand on an equal footing with the million aire.
 'scod bless you" said Father Francis fervently; and Mr. Larnpirthy under. stood.
 T should like a receipt" said the millionaire, ''as our relations are to be those of men of business"
 ''Of course, of course" and Father NsrN4 @A k4 Aa desk. sat down. and took a sheet of
 Received of Harry Lampirthy. Esq, the sum of sixteen shillings-Richard Gaunt."
 In the hurry of the moment his real signature came naturally to his pen. Then, faced by the name which he had almost forgotten, he tore the paper into a dozen pieces and threw them
 Harry K. Lampirthy. is it not" he said, by way of an explanation. "Yes, but if you wish your letters to reach me without passing through the hands of my secretary, leave out the K. You did so in the one received yesterday. and that is why you are here today. Gus Dixon would have thrown 1t into the waste-paper basket"
 Tt was the hand of God,'' said God"
 He wrote out the receipt, plotted it. and walked towards the door.
 God has brought us together" he said fervently. He has work for both of us in the world"
 He left the room, and Mir. H.ampirthy returned to his desk. picked up the receipt, and studied the writing with curious expression on his face Then he looked in the grate, and found d small, three-cornered piece of paper. It bore the name of "Gaunt." Half of the e" was torn off. but the re- mainder was sufficient to indicate the letter.
 MT. Lampirthy placed the fragment in his pocketbook, and went to lunch.
 small grilled outlet, piece of dry toast, and a glass of water constituted his frugal meal It almost seemed as though the words of Father Francis had filled him with a desire to lead the simple life. But, as a matter of fact, he was martyr to dyspepsia. and Fcould only eat the very plainest food. 
 VII.
 The Enemy Within the Gates
 when Father Francis reached Dart Lora Hoad it was nearly dark. He was worn out with want of food. ana hiS long interview with the millionaire had strained his powers of body and mind to the utmost. But even on the wav home the fierce ardour of hia snirit fared up into words. Twice he ston. ped and spoke to the people-once in the Strand outside the ofices of d we'll known newspaper. and again in one of the East End Slurns TJa rz,,~oa