The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1909-02-18

however. that this clerk and several
Others, including some from Mr.. H.'s
Office. had been hunting Barrett siren
uOusly for three hours, with orders to
meet him accidentally" II possible.
"Of course | don't know what was
the row between you and Mr.. OrtOn,"
said the clerk, but I'll give YOU a
straight tip. You can get your job
back If you work it right. Go and
have talk with Long Bob"
Long Bob" was Robert Long. a sort
Of manager for Orton. Barrett de
clined to go TO see him and could not
be moved by mysterious hints of bene-
fits that might follow. He disen2aged
himself from the clerk (who immedi-
ately ran hot foot to Orton's office,
and went into a restaurant to eat his
luncheon. Presently who should stroll
in but Long Bob himself, and be took
seat at Barrett's table. with many
expressions Of friendly regard.
He ordered something to eat, CON
versing meanwhile upon random top
les. But by and by he began to chuc-
kle, apparently at the memory of
something amusing.
81 was thinking of Mr. OrtOn's
hand" said he. Ills writing certain
ly is the limit. got hold of a piece
Of it this morning that I'll bet even
you couldn't read"
Ard he pulled an envelope out of his
pocket
Long Bob" said Barrett. ~ wasn't
born yesterday. You learned that |
was here, and you came over to get
me to read that thing. l don't know
why, and don't care. l won't read it.
Put il away"
You're a clever fellow" returned
Long Bob, and you're a business man:
that's what you are. And III make
you business proposition. I'll pay
you so if you'll read this note for
me"
81 won't touch any Of Phil Orton's
money" said Barrett: mot with a ten
foot pole"
He arose from the table paid his
check and walked out of the restau-
rant straight into the arms Of one of
Mr. HIS clerks
"Oh, hello; hello, Barrett" said the
clerk. Glad to see you. Mr.. II. was
asking ne If | knew your address.
Guess he wants to throw something
In your way. Better go around"
IFS about piece of Phil Orton's
writing. isn't it," asked Barrett.
Il don't know what it is." answered
Tho foIlnxx l,,tt l. 49, al,
Tell Mr.. H.. with my compliments"
said Barrett. that | will have nothing
TO do with Mr. Ortons affairs"
Now, the truth about the piece OF
writing is that Mr.. II. had received 1t
that morning by mail. On the previous
afternoon orion had left the city on
one Of those sudden and mysterious
journeys which cut an important figure
In his scheme of operations While
driving to the ferry IN n cab he had
thought Of something which he wished
to communicate to Mr.. H.. and as
there was not time TO telephone he
wrote upon the fyleaf torn from q
book and in the semidarkncss Of the
joitinG cab. He wrote the address In
sort Of half print which he uses for
such purposes, SO the missive gave no
trouble to the postman, but it threw
Mr.. II. into a cold perspirati0n.
OF course there are experts IN pen
manship, and they are very homes
gentlemen as Nj II was careful &
admit in touching upon the point with
me, but he did not know any Of then
as he knew David Barrett The value
Of the information in the note might
be colossal, especially In the hands of
enemies. but Barrett could be trusted
with it.
When the clerks failed there was
nothing TO DO but 20 straight at the
mark and pay Barrett's figure If It
should prove to be within reason. All
efforts to get into communication with
Orton had failed. Nobody knew where
he was Nobody could make even an
intelligent guess at the message
At Barrett's bachelor quarters Mr..
II. was Informed that the young man
was not at home. Whereupon the sum
Of 81 changed hands, and Mr. H. was
advised to seek the studio of Miss Mar
cha Donovan. He needed this advice
and found Barrett, who had Just fin
ished telling the story to Marcia and
was about to be sent out by her upon
some errand to a neighboring art store
The two men met therefore, as II
were. upon the threshold, and each
read the others eye. Barrett knew
that Mr.. H. had come to offer him
money, probably several hundred dol
lars, II he would read that letter. Mr.
II. knew that Barrett would refuse.
Mr.. Fl. summoned up all his tact and
cleverly elected the Information that
Barrett was upon an errand for Miss
Donovan. Not for the world would
Mr.. II. interrupt him or delay the serv-
Ice to the lady. II Miss Donovan
would kindly permit him to wait he
could have the great pleasure Of be-
coming acquainted with her work. He
was a humble admirer of the art pic
torial and had a trifing collection at
hrs home, to which he made occasion
al additions.
Meanwhile Marcia was nearly faint
ing with Mr.. HIS card IN her hand
Suppose, OH Just suppose In a wild