The Alaska citizen., 1910-11-14
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aS ne passed them bdth, anu tutH both laughed. John Burnit's grim trick of making this particular and much desired girl his sons trustee had at frst been the cause of much embarrassment to both. but latterly It had become rather joke.
 I'm afraid I'm a failure as a trustee" she told him. T ought to | have had more power. l ought to have been authorized to keep you out of bad company. How came Mir. Sharpe to call on you. for in stanCe?"
 ITO make my fortune" he grave | ly assured her. MT. Sharpe wants me 10 go into the Brightlight Elec- | tric Company with him" 1 T can imagine your courteous adroitness in putting the man back | in his place." she laughed. How preposterous, Why, he's utterly i'm possible"
 "Ye-e-es?" questioned Bobby. But you know, Agnes. this isn't pink-tea-affair It's business. which is at the other end of the world" You're not honestly defending him. Bobby" she protested incredu- lously. Why, I do believe you are considering this man seriously" | Why. not?" he persisted. arguing against his own convictions as much as against hers. We want to make some money. don't We? To make success that will let me marry you?"
 I'm not to say so, remember" she reminded him. Father put no lock on my ton gue, though" he reminded her in turn: so I'll just lay down the die i tum as soon as l succeed in any one business deal I'm going to marry you, and l don't care whether the commodity handle is electricity Of i potatoes.
 But Frank L Sharpe!" she ex- claimed. with shocked remembrance of certain whispered stories she had heard
 Really, I don't see where he eli 1 ters into It." persisted Bobby. The
 Brightlight Electric Company is a
 stock corporation, in which Mir i Sharpe happens to own some shares; i that Is all"
 l She shook her head 1 Il cant seem to like it." she !
 The door opened, and Johnson.
 with much solemnity. though in his ! eyes there lurked a twinkle. brought ! in card which. with much stiff ceremnny. he handed to Bobby. i "ProfessoT Henry H. Bates" read l Bobby in some parplexity. then sud denly his brow cleared and he laughed Come right in. Bh." he 1 called.
 1 In response to this invitation there entered short, chunky broad shouldered young man in a check i cd green suit and red tie. who. find l ing himself suddenly confronted by i a dazzlingly beautiful young lady. ] froze instantly into speeches. awk- wardness.
 ! This is my friend and partner, MT. Biff-Mr Henry H. Bates-Miss Elliston." introduced Bobby, smil- 1 ing.
 Agnes held out her hand, which suddenly seemed to dwindle in size as it was clasped by the huge palm of MT. Bates.
 "i have heard so much of you from MT. Burnt, and always nice 1 things" she said, smiling at him so 1 frankly that MT Bates, though his face flushed red. instantly thawed
 "Bobbys right there with the boost" commented MT Bates, and then. not being quite satisfied with that form of speech, he huskily cor rected 1t to; MT Burnit's always handing out those pleasant words" This form of expression seeming to be somewhat lacking in polish he relapsed into more redness. and wiped the strangely moist palms of his hands upon the sides of his coat.
 He doesn't talk about any but pleasant people,. Agnes assured him.
 After she had gone Mir. Rates looked dazedly at the door through which she had passed out.
 Carries full line of that con- versation," he commented, but I like to fall for it. And say. I'll bet she's game all right; the kind that would stick to a guy when he was broke in jail and had the smallpox. That's your steady, ain't it, Bobby?'
 Coming from anyone else this query might have seemed a trifle blunt, but Bobby understood precise ly how MT. Bates meant it, and was gratified
 She's the real girl" he admitted.
 I'm for her." stoutly asserted MT. Bates, as he extracted a huge wad of crumpled bills from his trousers pocket. Any time she wants anybody strangled or stabbed and you ain't handy she can call on your friend Biff Here's you split of last years pickings at the gym. One hundred and eighty.one large, juicy simoleons; count 'em, one hun dred and eighty-one!" And he threw the money on the desk.
 Everything paid?" asked Bobby.
 Heres the receipts" and from inside his vest MT. Bates produced them. Ground rent, light, heat, pay roll, advertising, my own little old weekly envelope and everything; and I got one-eighty-one in my other kick for my share"
 Very we'll" said Bobby; you just put this money of mine into a fund to buy further equipments when we need them"
 Mt and nix! also no." declared Mr. Bates emphatically. This time the bet goes as she lays. You take a real money drag-down from now on."
 MT. Johnson" called Bobby through the open door. please take charge of this one hundred and