Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1908-02-07

The heir to the Fackerel millions
leaned back in the great chair and
bent a stealthy, puzzled glance in the
plate the butler had put before him.
He had no more idea of the food the
plate contained than he had of the
proper fork to eat it with.
Tell me your object in wanting this
secretaryship, Fackerel," suggested
Judge Delmas, apparently oblivious of
his guests dilemma. "Why you, with
almost unlimited wealth at your com
mand, should desire such a position
puzzles me-"
Am l very we'll OFF, queried Fack-
erel. You know money just means
bank clerk"
You are better off than this young
Hobson, who wants n secretary. He's
also a client of mine"
What" exclaimed Fackerel excited.
ly. Tit is incredibe.'
The judge smiled reassuringly
Though Delmas had known his old
lIItllu ltlllltN Dul TWO Ut three uuNS
he had taken Il fancy to the boy.
Ned Fackerel was about twenty-five.
we'll set up. broad shouldered fellow.
with fresh, unlned face. which made
him look younger than he was. He
had well shaped head. with steady,
deep set eyes and a square jaw.
well, Judge" went on the boy in his
a.
into this money the papers have been
printing columns about me and my
wealth. I'm besieged by reporters and
deluged with congratulations and invi-
tations from people l never heard of.
I'd like to drop out of sight for awhile
until learn the ropes, you know, and
l can't travel very far because you'll
need me to sign papers now and again.
And l should like to try being a rich
mans secretary so that l could see a
little life from the inside.
1T will not do you any HARM" said
the Judge, land the experience may do
you good"
Hobson was only too glad to have a
secretary recon mended by the Judge,
and as Fackerel was quick and adapta-
BILE he had little trouble He accom-
panied the young millionaire to his
great country house, where Hobson ex-
pected to entertain in lavish fashion,
with the assistance of an amiable,
pleasure loving aunt.
One morning after a nights carousal
with some congenial friends Hobson
sent peremptory summons for his
secretary.
'The Warnings are coming today" he
announced. II nearly forgot all about
1t. You'll have to go to the station,
Fackerel. I'm hanged if | feel up to
1t, and some one must meet her majes-
ty."
very well, SIR" replied the secre-
tary, rather stitfiy. Hobson's way of
speaking of women did not coincide
with Fackerel's ideas, and the youth
always grew especially rufiied at Hob
sons careless mention Of the girl he
expected to marry.
Fackerel had never seen Beulah War
ing. When he arrived at the station
to find the train In and a number of
people looking about expectantly. he
was puzzled. He was making his way
across the platform when he saw a
tall sun Drowned girl coming toward
him. AS she stepped aside quickly to
avoid being run down by truck load
of trunks the bag slipped from her
shoulder, and she tripped over it, fall
ing straight into Fackerers outstretch-
ed arms.
"Oh, | hope you aren't hurtr he ex-
claimed so fervently that she smiled
at him.
"Not a bit, thank YOU" she replied.
"Can you tell me whether Mr. Hob
sons trap is here?"
Il can indeed" he answered, picking
up the bag. Il drove 1t over to meet
Miss Waring"
Il am Beulah Waring. And-you?"
she inquired in a rather imperious
way.
II am Mr.. Hobson's secretary" STAN
mered Fackerel.
The others are coming on a later
train. l hurried on for round of golf
before luncheon, as l knew the Greers
and Denisons were already here" she
explained as Fackerel assisted her into
the trap.
The coming of Beulah Waring was
an event In Ned FackerePs life With
the single mindedness of a thoroughly