The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-08-12
The theme OF this stery was sug-
Eested Co the author by
Chss. W. Goddard

Across time into the raw roo ufalnA
and tragedy OF the primitive and the
medieval melodrama 81 sentiment
and passion of the New World Latin.
Francis Morgan was destined 60 be
that man. and Destiny was very i'm.
mediate upon him.
Parker" he said to the valet. who
had been his fathers before him, did
you ever notice any signs OF fat on
II. n. NJ. in hts last days.
''Oh, no. sir" was the answer. ut.
tered with all the due humility OF the
trained servant. but accompanied by
an Involuntary measuring glance
that scanned the young mans splen-
did proportions. your father. sir.
never lost his leanness. His figure
was always the same. hroa q
shoulders. deep in the chest big
boned. but lean. always lean. sir. In
the middle.
Young Francis Morgan. lnherltor
OF many millions as well as Drawn.
stretched his legs after the manner
OF full vigored menagerie lion. and
gianced at headline OF the morning
paper which informed him Of q fresh
slide In the Cuieora cut at Panama.
IF l didn't know we Morgan- didn't
run that way" he yawned. "I'd be
fat already from this existence &.
En-. Parker"
.'oh, yes. STR" ne said hastily. II
mean. no. sir. You are Ia the pink OF
condition"
mot on your iifcr' the young man
assured him. II may not be getting
fat. but arm certainly growing soft.
Yes. sir. No. sir; no. l mean no.
sir. You're just the same as when
you came home from college three
years ago"
Parker. I'm going nshIns."
YES, SIR
81 ordered some rods sent up.
Please joint them and let me give
them the once over The idea drifts
thru my mind that two weeks in tho
woods Is what I need. II don't. IN
surely start laying on flesh and dis
grace the whole family tree. You re-
member Sir Henry the old original
Sir Henry--thc buccanecr old swash-
: lbuckicrr''
Parker had paused In the doorway
until such time rs the cbbing of hts
young masters voiubIIity would per.
init him TO depart on the crrand.
Nothing to be proud of: the old
piratc.'
..oh. no. SIR Parker protested.
"He was governor OF Jamalca- He
died respected
''rt was a mercy he didn't die
hanged Francis laughed. As Il
was. he's tho only Disgrace In the
family that he founded"
Parker faded out of the room In
the ensuing silence. during W h C h
Francis Morgan buried himself In tho
Panama column and learned that the
canal was not expected to be open
for traffic for three weeks TO come.
A telephone buxxed and. thru the
electric nerves Of a consummate civ
ilixation. Destiny made the first out
roach Of It's tentacies and contracted
with Francis Morgan In the library
Of the mansion his father had builded
on Fifth ave.
'sBu. my dear Mrs. Carushers."
was his protest into the transmitter.
Whatever 10 Is. IL II a mere local
furry. Tampico Petroleum Is all
right. IL Is not q gambling propo-
sitiou. IL is legitimate investment.
Listen. please. it's not a flyer. Our
present contract for tanks Is over a
million. Our railroad and our three
pipe lines are costing moro than Ave
millions. Why. we've a hundred mil
lions In producing wells right now.
and our problem IL TO get IL down
country to the oil steamers.
ADVICE TO STICK
Yes. good bye. and hold on 10
Tampico Petroleum. IL II goes down.
after that Minnesota farmers bulled
II. buy a little more. I'm going 10.
It's finding money. Yes. Yes. surely.
It's tso good TO dare sell on a flyer
now. because II mayn't ever 20 down.
OF course. I know what I'm talking
about I've just had eight hours
sleep and haven't had a drink. Yes.
yes. goodbye"
He pulled the ticker tape into the
comfort of his chair and ianguidly
ran over II. noting with mildly grow
ing interest the message II conveyed.
Parker returned with several sien.
der rods. each a glittering gem OF ar
tisanship and art. Francis was out
Of his chair. ticker fung aside and
forgotten as kh the exultant Joy OF
a boy he examined the toys and. one
after another. began trying them.
switching them thru the air till they
made shrill whiplike noises. moving
them gently with prudence and pre-
cision under the lofty ceiling as he
made believe to cast upon the floor
into some unseen pool OF troutlurk.
ing mystery.
THE ANNOYING PHONE
A telephone buzzed. Irritation was
swift on his face.
For heavens sake. answer Il.
Parker he commanded. If IL IL
tell her I'm dead. or drunk, or down
with typhoid. or getting married. or
anything calamitousF'
ITS Mr.. Bsscom, sir. He wants
you"
Tell Mr.. Bsscom TO go to ---r'
said Francis.
Mr.. Bascon says it's about the
market. air, and that he'd like 10 talk
with you only a moment" Parker
urged, but so delicately and subdued.
Iy as TO seem 10 be merely repeating
an irnmste rial and unnecessary mes.
sage.
''All right" Francis carefully
leaned the rod against a table and
went 10 the phone.
"Hellor' he said into the telephone.
Yes, this Is /. Morgan. Shoot! What
Is it?''