The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-04-17
Continued from page 81
TO THE MEMORY OF GEORGE
RARNARY.

Il have. we uOH WANT IndC u6uI
cancelled. Let him extend the time
six months will be long enough. We
can tell him that. But I'd rather you
came with me. / am not generally
curious. dad, but / can't help being
curious now. Let's start at once.
Mother" he called, dad and ! are
going out"
There was an excited chorus from
the inner room. Mrs. Burnett ran in
hastily, followed by a bright-eyed, fair
haired girl.
Going out! On Easter Eve! Oh,
Davy!" protested Ely.
eyes, AMI mean, we are"
Rob, You daren't go outfits too
late-and in your condition"
Fathers condition is tiptop. I'm
responsible" said Davy.
"Well, he can't co." declared Mrs.
Burnett.
Father" said Davy, solemnly, "if
you do not assert your rights now,
think of the example you are setting
me-before Ely"
1--WE shan't be long," said Mr.. Bur-
nett. "And the weather it delightful.
You know it. Besides, Dave and /
have a little business to attend to-
Mrs. Burnett and Ely exchanged
glances. Easter Eve-and business
There was only one construction to be
| placed on that Some belated gift,
some forgotten detail-and neither
Ely nor Mrs. Burnett wished to lose
shred of their Easter cheer.
"You can have one hour" yielded
Mrs. Burnett.
1t was a walk of about fifteen min
utes to the plain, unpretentious brick
building occupied by William lambeth.
Does Mr.. lambeth live here?'
asked David of the servant who an
swered his ring.
Eyes, sir. Are you the gentlemen
he is expecting, sir?"
"Why, er-I don't know" said David
blandly. "My name is Burnett" He
was opening his card case, but the man
stood aside respectfully.
"That is the name, sir. Mr. Burnett
and Mr.. David Burnett. Please come
this way.
He led them through a richly fur
nished parlor and beyond it into q
brilliantly lighted library, where he
left them. Both men were bewildered
Big, luxurious chairs seemed to invite
them to be seated.
"Still wondering, dad?"
Il should say so, boy. I'm almost
speechless.
David laughed, then turned as steps
sounded behind them. A man of about
fifty, distinguished looking, his dark
hair plentifully sprinkled with gray
entered the room. He was stranger
to both.
do you not intend to make your
selves at homer he began, smiling
''That was my intention in having you
shown in here. Be seated, | beg Of
you, Mr.. Burnett. And you, too, sir,
to David. 81 am glad and happy tc
welcome you both"
1--WE are glad and happy to be wei
comed," said Mr.. Burnett, courteously
"But we are totally at loss"
"Sit down, sir, please. l am sure
if you try, you can remember me-"
Both David and his father seated
themselves, and Mr.. lambeth took 9
chair opposite them.
Il am sorry" began Mr.. Burnett.
ooh, but that is not complimentary
mot a bit complimentary, Mr.. Bur
NETT"
"That is my name, sir" said Mr.
Burnett, a little nettled now. HAS
yours always been
civilian lambeth Yes, sir" His
host waited moment before going on
81 suppose this apparent mystery
rather 8nnoys you. | don't see how
you could remember me. But perhaps
perhaps you will recall George Bar
Inaby?" His keen glance sought Mr.
Burnett's puzzled, questioning coun
tenance, and a CLEAN of humor shot
into his eyes. THE poor, glum ole
chap, you know"
81 remember him-yes, sir"
| "Well, I'm George Barnaby's nephew
l suppose that doesn't help you, either
It's queer way to reopen an acquaint
anceship. But I'll explain
There was something earnest about
him, something that appealed to botf
David and his father.
George Barnaby yes, sir - my
uncle, George Barnaby," said Mr.
lambeth, in curiously softened voice
"Ha wac novor q iOyial chan He haC
neither wife nor child when he died;
but | shall amaze you still more if
go on like this. When poor Uncle
George went in with Chatterlee and
Solent he didn't have very much CAPT
tai. He was the brain end of it, yOu
see.
81 understood as much" said Mr.
Burnett.
"He practically built up the business
until it reached a point where one
would say it could care for itself. He
gave it all his time, his thought, his
Ienergy-
Mr.. Burnett nodded
You weren't there very long when
Uncle George dropped OUT
About eleven months, SIR
81 thought as much. Uncle George
didn't make many friends. didn't both
er with any of his relatives-his bust
ness was his life"
YES" agreed Mr.. Burnett.
when he got sick, sat back on the
oars, so to speak, it was as if he had