The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-05-15
Continued from page 80
A FRIEND INDEED.


a little by this time," he went on,
enough at any rate, to take advantage
of most buyers and sellers"
81 don't believe you've ever taken
advantage of anyone in all your life, "
she said warmly.
ooh, haven't 1? It's all you know,
old lady. You've surely forgotten that
little bit of business told you about
last week-the library. Eh?"
mo, l haven't forgotten. 1t was a
splendid profit you made, know; but,
all the same, my dear man, | don't
believe you took advantage of Mr.
Mr."
Carlton" said Carnachan very
quietly.
Surely that wasn't the name. No,
it was Farley"
Her husband looked a little con-
fused. $50 it was. Funny my for
getting" he said hurriedly. well, !
think I'll have a bite now"
She rang the bell, remarking as she
did so: ct is funny your forgetting
the name of such good client. I'm
afraid you've too much to think about,
Jamie I'm sad burden"
Carnachan regarded his wife very
tenderIy and reproachfully. Please
don't say that again, Beatrice"
Her lips trembled as she stretched
her thin hands towards his.
There was slight sound of dishes
in the adjoining room, and presently
the maid wheeled in the table.
''Now jamie" said Mrs. Carnachan,
when the maid had gone, Il ordered
a small bottle of the good claret, and
you've got to take it. You've been
looking rather white lately, and I'm
a little tired of having all the luxuries
myself"
Carnachan protested that he had
never felt better and that he did not
feel inclined for wine at the moment,
also that it was creating unnecessary
expense.
"You can well afford it," she re-
turned, $50 that's no excuse. Take it
to please me-"
"Of course | can afford it." he said
cheerfully, and he drew the cork forth
with.
The meal was just finished when
word was brought that gentleman
wished to see Mr.. Carnachan in the
shop.
Here's another thousand year,"
said the BOOKSELLER gayly, as he rose
to obey the summons. 'I'll be up
again as soon as possible, dear" He
kissed his wife and left the room
briskly.
But going slowly down the stair he
thought, If it's the man from Causton
Brothers | can't possibly pay him. =
AT the foot of the stair he halted, and
peeped cautiously into the shop. A
tall, frosk-coated figure, not altogether
unfamiliar was standing near the door,
apparently engrossed in a box of old
sermons. Carnachan beckoned to the
boy, who came to him at once.
"Who is the gentleman, Henry?"
"a. Mr. Boyton. Said he wanted to
see you particular, sir. Don't mind
waiting"
Carnachan's mind went back to the
brief but bitter quarrel of thirty years
ago that had ended only with his en-
gagement to Beatrice and Boyton's
sudden departure to the States. Be
fore the quarrel the two young men
had been as David and Jonathan.
"Bill Boyton," sighed the bookseller
to himself. I'm glad he has done so
WE'LL" And he became lost in a rev.
erie till his lad, wondering, inquired:
will you see the gentleman, sir?''
At that moment another person en-
tered the shop and advanced to the
counter, where he seated himself and
drew from his pocket a slip of BLUSH
paper. The bookseller WINGED. "Tell
Mr.. Boyton," he whispered, "that-that
/ can't see him, but that-that-No.
that's all. Just say can't see him.
Was it shame or pride that decided
this answer?
He watched Henry deliver the mes
sage, and it seemed as if the tall figure
we're bowed as it passed through the
doorway. When he had at last got
rid of his other visitor. who left with a
Threatening air, he asked Henry if Mr.
Boyton had said anything.
"Said he was sorry-very sorry
not to have seen you, sir, as he's going
back to New York SOON"
Was that all, Henry? %
That was all, SIR. said the lad.
He kept hanging about his employer
however, until the latter asked if he
wanted anything.
I'll wanted to speak to you, sir
about about leaving"
All! Go on, Henry"
It's not me that wants to leave
you. sir, the lad said, awkwardly; its
father, He thinks haven't enough tc
.do-here, and don't get experience"
Mr.. Carnachan nodded. Things
have been very quiet lately" he sait
somewhat apologetically, "bit-well
perhaps your father is right, but
but don't leave me for a little while
Eyet, my boy. won't keep you long
and -yeu might run out and get me al
Esevening paper.
Il Henry nodded, and somehow he was
compelled to spend several minutes
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