question of daily bread was really a
distressful problem for the family.
Burt was in the employ of an arch
itect. He had known Mr. Saxton for
a long time. It was Burt to whom
i Mr. Saxton had entrusted the draw
ing up of the plans and specifications
fo of his new invention. These Mr.
Saxton had been going over for a
week, intending to transmit them to
the patent office at Washington. Burt
found.him pacing his study in a state
of the greatest excitement.
"Mr. Tyson," he announced, "I am
in deep trouble and distress. Some
one entered this room yesterday
morning while Annette and I were
absent, took the plans of the new
motor attachment from my desk and
"Copied them," repeated Burt in
"Yes photographed them. Let
me show you," and the old inventor
with trembling hands spread out a
roll of documents. "At once I noticed
they had been disturbed, but only this
morning did I observe those splotches
of photographic ink on one of them.
Do you see?'
"Yes,"" replied Burt, slowly in
specting the disfigured document in
question. "These papers have been
"They have been copied as I say,
and for a purpose," insisted Saxton
with rising agitation. Don't you un
derstand Walworth !"
"You suspect the Walworth Com
pany of this wicked act?"
"Suspect? I know!" fairly shouted
Saxton. "Listen; a poor, unfortunate
Qi fellow whom they deluded' and let go,
as they served me, took to drink. I
found him down to the very verge
of wretchedness some time ago and
helped him as best I could. He
straightened up and got work at a
new place. He came to me secretly
this afternoon, to inform - me that
through "a friend at the Walworth
plant he had learned that today the
people there sent on their application
for a patent on the very device I have
been working on for so long. Don't
you see? They have stolen my
patent, they are robbing me for a
"Then, even if you got your papers
into the mail at the very earliest mo
ment tomorrow morning, they would
be a day ahead of you?"
"I am too late, I see that," said thg
"Give me those papers!"
It seemed as if a sudden brilliant
inspiration had come to Burt. He hatf
arisen to his feet, his eyes glowingj
a quick flash of excitement on his
"What are you about to do?" be
gan the inventor bewilderedly.
"Leave it to me. Only hope. I
think I see a way to circumvent those
Walworth, plotters yet"
Then Burt was gone. He passed
Annette, lingering at the gate. She
noted his agitated manner, his
"My father " she faltered.
"He will tell you all," explained
Burt, hurriedly. "He is the. victim of
a cruel, wicked plot' I am going to
save him, if I can."
"Bless you!" came the audible
benison, falling on his ears like
sweetest music. Ah! if he could have
heard the whispered words that fol
lowed: "Oh, my love, my love and
I dare not tell you!"
Just at daybreak next . morning
Burt Tyson was at the nearest city.
An hour later he had the wires east
going in his behalf. It cost him near
ly all the two hundred dollars he had
saved up to send a long message to a
close friend, a young lawyer in
Word for word he wired the spec
ifications of the Saxton patent Tech
nical description of the details fol
lowed. In fact, all that was neces
sary to furnish a shrewd, prompt
man with the information to secure
a patent, were at the other end of the
line before business fairly began in
the capital city.
At noon, that day Burt received,
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