The evening world., 1914-04-11

paying ana dtSchArg1ng the man.
From . reliquary Of the Dutch. an
affair Of red brick. four stories high.
this monolith had sprung. With .
sigh Warrington entered the cavern
Gus doorway and stepped into an
express elevator" When the car
arrived at the twenty-sooond story
Warrington was alone. He paused
before the door Of the vice-president.
He recalled the "old man." thin
Tipped. blue-sysd. sruptivs. II was
all very strange. this request to make
the restitution In person. Well be
would soon learn why.
He drew the certified check from
his wallet and scrutinized II care
fully. Twelve thousand. eight hun
the door. and walked In. A boy met
him at the railing and briskly In
quired his business.
II wish to see Mr.. Elmora-"
Your card"
Card2 Warrington had not pos
sessed such a thing In years. II have
no cards with me. But ] have an
appointment with Mr.. Gilmore. Tell
him that Mr.. Ellison Is here"
Tho boy returned promptly and sig
nified that Mr.. Gilmore was at liberty.
But It was not tho "old man" who
looked up from q busy mans desk.
1t was the son: 80 far. the one ia
miliar face Warrington had seen since
his arrival. There was no handshak,
ing; there was nothing In evidence
on either side to invite II.
"Ahi Sit down, Paul. Lot no one
disturb me for an hour" tho young
vice. president advised the boy. And
close the door as you go out"
Warrington sat down; the bridge
builder whirled his chair around and
stared at his visitor. not insolently.
but with kindly curiosity.
After fully satisfying his eyes. he
added: II dare say you expected to
find father. He's been gone six
years." indicating one Of the two por-
traits over his desk.
1t was not at the "old man" War
rington looked longest. who 10 the
other?" he asked.
"What7 You worked four years
with this company and don't recollect
that portrait?"
Frankly. l never noticed II before"
Warrington placed the certified check
on the desk. with interest" he said.
The vice-president cracked II. ran
his fingers over his smooth chin. fold
ed the check and extended 1t toward
the astonished wanderer.
I'VE don't want that. Paul. What
we wanted was to get you back. There
was no other way. Your brother made
up the loss the day after you
went away. There was no scaUlal.
Only a few of US in the office knew.
Never got to the newspapers"
1t was impossible for Warrington
TO digest this astounding information
at once. His mind could only repeat
the phrases; mo scandal. only n few
OF us In the office knew. never got
to tho newspapers" For ten years he
had hidden himself In wildernesses,
avoided hotels, read no American
newspapers, never called for mail.
oh. monumental fool!
And I could have come home al
most at once!" nc said aloud. ad-
dressing tho crumpled check in his
hand rather than tho man In the
swivel chair.
Yes. have often wondered where
you were, what you were doing. You
and your brother were upper class
men. l never knew Arthur very we'll:
but you and l were chummy. after n
fashion. Arthur was n little too book
ish Tor my style. Didn't we use To
call you Old Galahad? You were
always walloping the DULLES and TAX
ing the weaker chaps under your
wing. To me. you were tho last man
in the world for this business.
Moreover. never could UNDER
stand. nor could father. how you got
II. for you were not an office man.
Women and cards. suppose. Father
said that you had the making OF n
great engineer. Fierce place. this
old town." waving his hand toward
the myriad sparkling roofs and
towers and spires. Have to be
strong and hard-headed to survive
It. Built anything since you've been
away?"
I'm Cashmir." To have thrown
away q decadeI
Glad you kept your hand In.
dare say you've seen lot OF life.'
To the younger man II was an ex-
tremely awkward interview.
YES; I've seen life." DULY.
"Orient. mostly. I suppose. Your
letter abou. the strike In oil was
mighty interesting. Heap OF money
over there. II they'd only let us smart
chaps In to dig It up. Now. old man.
i want you to wipe the slate clear
of these ten years. Wen call II q
bad dream. What are your plans
for the futurer'
"P1AnSr WAsSinSton Locked "