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L you can imagine they're pretty
well pinched. And that's why
they let me go, I guess."
"John," said Van- Tuysen,
bring me that tin box in the cab
inet, won't you? Good! Now
take this key off my neck and
Jennings Qbeyed and found
himself looking into an assort
ment of collars, socks, and under
wear, in various stages of disre
pair. "Underneath, John," said Van
tTuysen. "That paper, John."
!And Jennings, fumbling with his
nervous fingers, drew out a piece
of oiled paper, tied with a mould
ering string. Inside was an en
graved document, which he stud
ied with' astonishment, and then,
not quite understanding he look
ed at Van Tuysen inquiringly.
"One hundred shares in the
Hammer Press company," said
Van Tuysen. grimly. "They're
worth about ten thousand dollars
now, John. It's all that was left
to me and I had the sense to
hold on to it. And it's yours,
John, after I'm dead. After? No,
"But this is a fortune!" ex
claimed Old Jennings. "Why, it
would you can't mean "
"Do I mean you to sell them
and retire, John? No, I don't,"
said Van Tuysen. "Listen, John,
and get your brains to working."
The two men sat up till two in
the morning, one outside the
coverlet, one propped up within,
And Mary Hewlett missed John
Jennings on tire next day for the
first Saturday in thirteen years.
Strange to say, John Jennings
was at his desk as usual on the
Monday morning, and the men in
the office, who had learned of his
discharge, looked at him in sur
prise, and winked, and muttered
that the old bookkeeper must be
losing his wits. So thought Mul
chay, the treasurer, when he
caught sight of him.
"Um did you receive no com
munication from Mr. Bland yes
terday?" he asked, stopping be
side him as he passed to his seat.
"Yes, sir," replied Jennings re
spectfully. "But I thought Mr.
Bland might have changed his
mind and might like to speak to
Mulchay was afraid of a scene.
He hated scenes; besides, he did
not know but that John might
have some scheme of ve'ngeance
in his mind, not disconnected with
a knife or a revolver. He walked
away to warn Mr. Bland's secre
tary. But Jennings anticipated
him, for, entering at that mo
ment, Bland, too, caught sight of
Jennings ancLstopped to ask him
why he wast there. And John's
manner was so mild, so respectful,
and so portentous, that he actual
ly agreed to grant him a private
"Now, Jennings," he began
pompously, when they wefe alone
together, "we ' can't do anything -
more for you. If it's that "
"No, Mr. Bland, it's this' said -Old
Jennings, and spread an en- 1
graved document upon the table.
Mr. Bland looked at it and sprang
up out of his chair. 4