The Kansas City sun. (Kansas City, Mo.) 1908-1924, 1915-05-29

had not seen his brother for ten years,
had never meant that circular to fall
into his hands. 1t had been an over
sight Of one of his girls. 1t was not
Georges interest to o u any sus'
picions in his brother, whom he de-
splsed, until he had made good on HIS
coup and betaken himself with his vic
TINS money to another land.
On the following Monday Henry
Pentland stepped out of the train at
the central station and made his way
toward his sons office. He had seen
Georges new handsome suite where
his companies had their headquarters.
He had wondered at the s~tenographers
and addressers at their desks. at the
mahongany fittings of the interior Of.
flee, and any doubts which might have
existed in his mind as to the security
of his capital had been Immediately
dispelled. George seemed in his ia
theirs eyes the most wonderful man
in the world. He contrasted him scorn.
fully with stay-at-home Charles, who
had never lone anything but keep q
store.
As he assembled in the elevator the
old nan looked without much inter
est at the middle-aged man that &C
companied him. The two entered the
Office together. "An INVESTOR" the
farmer thought. A girl rose and came
toward them, but the middle-aged man
brushed past her and coolly made his
way into the inner room. The girl
hesitated and then took Henry Pent.
lands name.
I'm just his father-Ill wait" said
the old man.
At that moment he heard an oath
from within. the sound of a falling
chair. Instantly the dread suspicion
flashed upon him that the stranger
had injured George. He knew that
financiers were greatly hated by the
unsuccessful. He had always feared
for Georges life when the papers
were filled with denunciations of the
wealthy, and mob orators INDUCED in
wild declarations. Overcome with
fear, he plunged into the inner room
to see George standing at bay de-
family, the stenographer upon her
feet in terror, and the bearded. mid
dle-aged man confronting George dra-
matically.
He did not take his eyes tom
George, but called to Henry to come
in and close the door.
I'm the United States marshal for
this federal district" he explained,
quietly, and l am instructed to place
the government seal upon everything
here. Kindly do not attempt to leave
this room. 1t is not necessary to
create a panic outside. l will take the
books and ask for Mr.. Pentland's com
pany to the federal jail"
Whats my son done?" ~besought
the old man.
He is suspected of having orga.
nized a crooked concern known as the
Alpha Gold Mining company"
But I've put eighteen thousand
into it," walled Henry Pentland.
I'm afraid you won't see it again.
answered the marshal. Now, Mr.
Pentland, are you ready?"
See here, George" shouted his ia
Their, "is this all bunk or what?"
He's lying" muttered George, bu'
without conviction. See here, how
much will you take to give me twelve
hours grace?" he continued. turning
to the marshal.
"Oh, George!" moaned Henry Pent
land, all his ambitious dreams shat
tered. "You scoundrel, give me my
eighteen thousand or I'll have yor
hauled off to the penitentiary," he con
tinued.
George Pentland held a short whis
pered ~colloquy with the marshal. A
the end of that time he sat down an
wrote out a check, which he tosse,
across the table to his father, 1t wa
for eighteen thousand dollars.
Take it, and don't let me see you
face again." he snarled, and, clappinl
on his hat, he strobe out of the Office
The marshal took the old man b.
the arm.
IT'S made out to bearer" he said
taking up the check, "and Wen go ant
get it cashed before closing hour"
Fifteen minutes later Henry Pent
land, with eighteen thousand dollar
in bills upon his person, entered a cat
"Tn never forget your kindness
never" he sobbed to the fedora
marshal. THAT scoundrel robbed m
of my hard-earned savings, and
trusted him completely. Now, he's n
longer a son of mine. I cast him of
I've got another son, but l amt treat
ed him we'll, and I can't rightly Ell
pect him to have anything to do witt
me. But-eh?"
For the marshal, stepping into tn
) cab, pulled the beard from his face
: revealing the features of-Charles.
He grabbed his fathers hand in his
Lets shake and forget it, dad" h
, said. wen get home and tell Lid
and Toodles. What do you say?'
/, Henry Pentland said little, becaus
! the shock stunned too heavily, but tn
: look upon his face was sufficient al
! swer.