The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1910-07-29

win go through the formalities. Are
you satlsned?"
Il shall be a lot better satisfied after
the fact" said Tom bluntly; and he
turned away to avoid meeting Major
Dabney and the ladies. who we're com
Ing from the elevator 10 join the two
early risers. He had seen next to
nothing OF Ardea during the three Bos-
ton years, and would willingly have
seen more But the new manhood was
warning him that time was short, and
that he must not mix business with
sentiment. So Ardea saw nothing but
his back which, curiously enough she
failed to recognize.
Picking up his cab at the curb, Tom
had himself driven quickly to the Of
flee Of the corporation lawyer whose
name he had obtained from Mr. Clark
son the day before. and with whom he
had made a wire appointment before
leaving Boston. The attorney was
waiting for him, and Tom stated the
case succlnctly, adding a brief Of the
interview which had just taken place
at the hotel.
You say they agreed to your pro-
posal?" observed the lawyer. Did Mr.,
Farley indicate the method?"
No"
Have you a copy Of the bylaws Of
your company"
Tom produced the packet Of papers
received that morning from his father,
and handed the required pamphlet to
Mr. Croswell.
"Hm-ha! the usual form. A stock
holders meeting, with a resolution,
would be the simplest way out Of IL;
but that can't be held without the pub
lished call. You say your father is
stockholder?"
He has four hundred and three of
the original one thousand shares
hold his proxy"
The attorney smiled shrewdly.
You are a very remarkable young
man. You seem to have come pre-
pared at all points"
The conference in Room 327, Fifth
Avenue Hotel, held while the carriages
were waiting to take the steamer party
to the pier, was brief and businesslike.
Something to Toms surprise, Major
Dabney was present. and little later
he learned, with a shock Of resentment
that the Major was also a minority
stockholder in the morlbund Chiawas-
see Consolidated. The master of Deer
Trace was as gracious to Caleb Cor
don's son as only Dabney knew how
to be-
Nothing could give me greateh
pleasure. my deah boy than this plan
OF having youh father In command at
| Gordonia," he beamed, shaking Toms
hand effuslvely. Il hope you'll have us
all made millionaihs when we get back
home again; do, for a fact suh."
Tom smiled and shook his head
1T looks pretty black, just now, Ma
jor. I'm afraid we're In for rough
weather"
The leave takings were brief, and
somewhat constrained, save those Of
the genial Major. Tom pleaded busi-
ness, further business, with his attor-
ney, when the Major would have had
him wait to tell the ladies good-by
hence he saw no more of the tourists
after the conference broke up.
Not to lose time, Tom took a noon
train back to Boston, first wiring his
father to try and keep things in order
at Gordonia for another week at Ill
hazards. Winning back to the technl-
cal school, he plunged once more into
the examination whirlpool, doing his
best to forget Chlawassee Consolidat-
ed and it's mortal sickness for the time
being, and succeeding so well that he
passed with colors flying.
But the school task done, he turned
down the old leaf pastlng it firmly in
place. Telegraphing his father to meet
him. on the morning of the third day
following, at the station in South Tre-
degar, he allowed himself a few hours
for run up the North Shore and
conference with the Michigan iron
king; after which he turned his face
southwark and was soon speeding TO
the battle field through a land by this
time shaking to its industriar founda-
tions in the throes of the panic earth
quake.