The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-07-22

| estdDllSneu CUSTOM VI giving Hllnsell
a quiet halfhour of inviolable seclu-
sion in which to read and consider
his mail During this sacred interval
the stenographer, standing guard in
the outer office, had instructions to
deny his chief to callers Of any and
every degree. Wherefore, when, at
20 minutes to II, the door of the pri'
yate office opened TO admit a stranger,
the president was justly annoyed.
We'll, sir; what now?" he demand
ed, impatiently, taking the intruder's
measure in a swift glance shot from
beneath his bushy white eyebrows.
/ The unannounced visitor was a
young man Of rather prepossessing ap-
pearance, a trife tall for his breadth
of shoulder fair, with blue eyes and a
curling, reddish beard and mustache,
the former trimmed to a point. So
much the president was able to note
in the appraisiye glance-and to re-
member afterward.
The caller made no reply to the curt
question. He had turned and was
closing the door. There was a quiet
insistence in the act that was like the
flick Of a whip to Mr.. Galbraiths irri-
! tation.
IF you have business with me,
you'll have to excuse me for few
minutes" he protested, still more i'm
patiently. BE good enough to take a
seat in the anteroom until ring
MacFarland should have told you"
The young man drew up chair and
sat down, ignoring the request as If
he had failed to hear IT, Ordinarily
Mr.. Andrew Galbraith's temper was
equable enough; the age-cooled tenn
per Of methodlcal gentleman whose
long upper lip was in itself an adver
! tisement of self-control. But such
deliberate infraction Of his rules
coupled with the stony impudence OF
the visitor, made him spring up an.
grily to ring for the watchman.
The intruder was too quick for him.
When his hand sought the bell push
he found himself looking into the
muzzle of a revolver, and so was fain
to fall back into his chair, gasping.
"Ah-h-h!" he stammered. And when
the words could be managed: so
that's it, is it?-you're a robber!"
mo" said the invader Of the presi.
Dental privacy calmly. speaking for
the first time since his incoming. 81
am not a robber. save in your own
very limited definition of the word. |
am merely a poor man, Mr.. Gal.
braith-one of the uncounted thou
sands-and want money. If you call
for help. shall shoot you. 1t is
merely question of money, and II
you are amenable to reason"
IF Tm-but I'm not amenable to
your reasons!" clustered the presi.
dent, recovering a little from the first
shock of terrified astoundment 81 re.
fuse to listen to them. I'll not have
anything to do with you. Go away!"
The young mans smile showed his
teeth. but 1t also proved that he was
not wholly devoid of the sense of
humor.
Keep your temper, Mr.. Galbraith,"
he advised coolly. The moment is
mine, and say you shall listen first
and obey afterward. Otherwise you
die. Which is It to be? Choose
quickly-time is precious"
The president yielded the first
point, that of the receptive ear; but
grudgingly and as one under strict
compulsion.
We'll, well, then; out with It. What
have you to say for yourself"
This; You are rich; you represent
the existing order of things. am
poor. and | stand for my necessity,
which is higher than any man-made
law or custom. You have more money
than you can possibly use in any le-
gitimate personal channels; have
not the price of the next meal, already
twenty-four hours overdue. came
here this morning with my life in my
hand to invite you TO share with me
portion of that which is yours chiefly
by the right of possession. If you do
1t, well and good; II not, there win
be new president Of the Bayou State
Security. Do | make myself sufficient.
ly explicit"
Andrew Galbraith glanced furtively
at the paper.weight clock on his desk.
1t was nearly eleven, and MacFarland
would surely come In on the stroke
OF the hour. II he could only fend
of the catastrophe for a few minutes,
until help should come. He searched
in his pockets and drew forth hand.
full of coins.
The invader Of privacies glanced at
the clock In his turn and shook his
head.
you are merely trying to gain time,
and you know 1t, Mr.. Galbraith. My
stake in this game is much more than
handful of charity silver; and /
don't do you the injustice to believe
that you hold Jour life so cheaply;
you who have so much money and
at best, so few years to live"
The president put the little heap
of coins on the deSk, but he did not
abandon the struggle for delay.
What's your price, them" he de-
manded, as one who may possibly
consider a compromise.
"one hundred thousand dollars-in
cash."
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