The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-07-26

higher terms. Shall bring you theil
 ''No. not now. That can all he ar. ranged. What of the othersg' few won't sell at any price"
 Is that so7" Mir. Lampirthy smiled l one of them was very rude" Who was that" "Purl and Stanton"
 Good. I will remember. Who are the otheraY'
 The secretary reeled off a list oi names. and Mir. Lampirthy seemed to be making mental note of them.
 They don't matter" said the mil iionaire. wen ruin them. undersell them till they'll be glad to get rid of their mills at any price. That will be easy enough. What percentage of the trade Is certain?" | About ninety-four per cent" That Is good. But, of course, we are offering exceptional terms"
 There win be only three per cent on most of the money" "oh. we'll. Dixon. we shall soon be none of them know with whom they are deaIing?" .'Oh. no. sir, of course not We've dozen nominees" That's good--that's very good. When this is through, Dixon, you'd bet ter take a holiday. I'd go to Madeira, if I were you It's sunny and pleasant st this time of the year" Then the door suddenly burst open, and slip of girl cloaked to the eyes with costly sables. danced into the room, clapping her hands with childish glee Papa. papap she cried Look at fulT'
 The little girl paused in an attitude which would have been called theatri- cal Tn woman. Both men looked at ner. but the expression on their faces
 Gus Dixen thought he had. never seen anything more beautiful than the flush ed. flower-like face of this child
 Mr. Lampirthy. on the other hand, regarded his step-daughter with a glare of disapprovai The price of the new coat was nothing to him. and he never gave 1t q thought But he was annoyed at the look of pleasure in the cntld's face. It was unnatural, &C., cording to his ideas of how children ought to behave. His face was like an ugly mask. as he looked on a pie ture that would have delighted the eyes of an artist.
 ''sibyi." he said quietly. nov often have I told you not to rush into the room like g mad dogT"
 The child looked at him, and her lips quivered with vexation. Then she moved swiftly to his side and leant over him.
 I'm so sorry. papa" and she kissed him lightly on the forehead.
 "Ah, Miss Sibyl." said Dixon, you know how Co manage men already"
 Mir. Lampirthy drowned. 'I think you'd better write those letters now, Dixon" he said coldly. 'sYou1l miss the country post"
 Gus Dixon said nothing, but left the room with a shrug of the shoulders and smile.
 When he had gone, little sibyl Lam pirthy sat down on the arm of her stepfather's chair. and nestled herself against his bony shoulder.
 You're cross. papa" she said plain
 Not cross. sibyl. but tired"
 Are you always tired, papa? Mother says you are"
 The man did not answer, and the lit- tie girl looked wistfully at his stern face
 You haven't said that you like my coat yet" she persisted. T don't be- lieve you've looked at it."
 It's nice and warIn." he replied apathetically.
 'oh, papa. is that all you've got to say about it7 Why. lots of coats that only cost twenty pounds are nice and warm. This cost one hundred and fif- ty pounds. It's real Russian sable think mothers dear to have bought 1t for me"
 'Take it off at once." said the mill Iionaire eoldIy. 'Tts not meant to wear in the house; and I think I've told you. sibyl. that it's very vulgar to