Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-08-08

ness JnaC followed, ana read aloud:
sam very sorry to inform you, as solicitor
for the family, that more than five months
Their Iawfa light and consderine hm toe
advanced In years to be further intrusted
with business cares, took from him the right
to handle any of his property. If his propo-
sition embodies any financial responsibility
on his part 1t becomes necessary for me to
give you due notice that you must not de-
pend for any sum whatever on property that
he possessed prior to July 2Sth of the current
year. j. ALDEN SCoTT Barristern
There was an embarrassed stiffness in
the room, and for some reason that none
could define no one looked at the fine old
man who sat stodgily in the chair. Yet
they were aware that his hands had crept,,
and clutched, much as do those of the
condemned when listening to the reading
of the death verdict.
SHUT thatdoor, some one, said Kendall
appearing to observe that the door leading
into the hallway was ajar, and the man
nearest it, as if glad of an excuse for
physical action, rose hurriedly He paused
with his hand on the knob and spoke to
some one outside: ooh! What do you
want? This is private meeting"
IL couldn't help overhearing," voice
outside said, and Old Harvey Mcdonald
lifted his head and leaned forward.
dts my son John, he said hoarsely.
Il suppose Scott wired him too"
His son thrust himself into the room,
walked across and put his arm affection
ately around the bent shoulders
"Never mind dad!" he said, and then
looked angrily toward those who watched
him. For an instant he struggled to sup
press his indignation. When he found
voice, it was the impetuous voice of
youth:
"That message is true! My. father
hasn't dollar that he can call his own.
My brothers have it all. They took it
from him. You know that my father
never did a dishonest thing, or ventured
into anything that he didn't believe in.
He believes in this project he has put up
to you. He won't be whipped and beaten
in the end! You can't do it! You can
take Carruthers' money, and father and
l are done; but we're not whipped-are
we, dad? There are other things to be
done in this world, and other friends, dad,
that do not measure all things of life by
the dollars put in their hands!"
1t was the rough old lumberman who
grasped the truth and roared an oath as
he banged hard fist on the table.
ooh! That's the way of it, eh? Now
l understand! Well, Pm for Old Har-
vey McDonald-frst,l last, and all the
time! It's shame, that's what it isl
a rank shame! And as for you, young
man, I'd like to shake your hand, and tell |
you that if you prove to be as stanch
man as your old dad, Pm mighty glad
to know you and call you friend!'
He still growled and swore as he grab
bed at the papers that Mcdonald had laid
on the table, and there was queer soft,
ness in his eyes as he passed them round
for the other men to sign.
"Sorry we can't stay longer, Harvey,
he said gruffly; "but all of us have td
board that Western train, and she's abou
due. Wish you luck with it. See YOU
again-when the road comes through. ca
to it, old fellow! You're worth thousand
young cubs yeti"
A ND old Harvey Mcdonald, his great
est success achieved, personally PAL