By Warner Littlejohn
"You. are very unfair!"
"Why not put it clever? In this
world the man who looks out sharply
for his own interests wins. That's
what I have done."
"At a cost to the business here and
a personal loss on my part. Hack
ett, you are not an honest man."
John Hackett flushed up. His hard
face became resentful, then vicious.
"I'll prosecute you if you say that
outside!" he blustered.
"I have no intention of doing so,"
replied William Barry, in his usual
quiet but meaning way. "I drop all
the mean details of your shrewd ma
nipulation of affairs here, shall with
draw my capital and say good-by."
"See here, Barry!" cried Hackett,
aghast, "you can't mean that!"
"I do unqualifiedly. There is one
hundred and fifty thousand, my in
vested capital, coming to me. There
should be over double that, for all the
years you have been using the money
of the firm in outside deals in which
I rightfully should have a share. My
lawyer will call to make the settle
It was a serious break in both busi
ness and family relations, but William
Barry went on the peaceful tenor of
his way and refused to discuss it.
"I have simply retired," he told his
intimate friends. "I have always
worked to an end and am now rich
enough to provide for its fulfillment."
"I've got a half a million!" Hackett
chuckled to himself, "and no discus
sion about it. Three to one against
Barry. Now can reach my ambi
tion." After that William Barry merely
bowed politely to his former partner
when he passed him on the street.
This nettled Hackett. In his soul he
recognized the lofty superiority of an
honest man. Then, too, he secretly
winced as he realized that in fact and
truth he Jxad swindled Barry.
For two years his only child, moth
erless Felice, and Arnold Barry had
been friends, chums, almost lovers.
The first thing Hackett did was to
send his daughter away to boarding
school. Felice understood what this
meant a change in her pleasant re
lations with Arnold.
The latter had just graduated as a
physician. This entirely harmonized
with the plan his father had formed.
Upon its execution both now set
heart, mind and capital at work.
"The dream of his life," William
Barry called it In due course of
"I'll Prosecute You if You Say That
time the people of Winston saw the
house in which the Barrys had lived
for many years removed to a selected
plat of the ten-acre grounds, in the
center of which it stood. It was
fenced in by itself, remodeled, and
then in the center of the larger plat
the construction of a pretentious
building was begun.
The site was beautiful, for the sprit
was a natural park. At first it was be
lieved that the Barrys were building
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