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doctor with parted lips. His hand,
stretched out. closed unon the can-
That set a new thought running
through his head. With that can
dlestick he could batter out the
man's brains. He could take the
money from the dead hand and go.
None had seen him enter and none
would see him leave in the darkness.
Money, good money, was better than
Three hundred dollars! He had
never had so much money in his life.
He clutched the candlestick in his
hand, and just then Dr. Evans looked
up with a start.
"Who is there?" he called.
Jenkins put down the weapon. He
was the old man once more, the
weak man. incapable of anything but
. the trained STOove-movine thoughts.
Dr. Evans approached the dining
room and suddenly switched on an
electric light beside the door. It re
vealed Jenkins, standing by the buf
fet, shaking and white. The. doctor
stared at him, and suddenly Jenkins
saw recognition in his eyes.
"Why, Mr. Jenkins, how long have
you been waiting for me?" he asked.
And Jenkins perceived that his de
sign was unsuspected. Dr. Evans
must have thought that the servant
had admitted him through the front
"Were you anxious about your
wife?" he asked. "There is nothing
to worry about She is doing very
well. And, by the way, she asked me
to give you this. She expected you
tonight and was sure that I would
meet you on the way out of the hos
. pital. She said it was important
and wanted you to know as soon as
And he handed Jenkins another
letter from the leather company.
Jenkins took it and looked at the
envelope. This one was fypewritten
too. It could not be the check. Still,
a check was due. Jenkins had for
gotten that The envelope was open;
Laura had read the contents.
Jenkins took out the check and a
letter. He read:
"Dear Mr. Jenkins We have de
cided to close our agency in Sequah.
Poor business conditions and other
affairs, of which you will learn on
your arrival here, have cause a re
organization of our branch system.
This requires the services of a super
intendent with thorough knowledge
of the business. Will you accept the
post at a salary of $5,000?"
Jenkins put the letter in his pocket
and shook hands with the doctor.
"Thank you! I I'm glad my wife
is out of danger," he stammered, and
rushed for the door.
"What a genuine man he is!" mur
mured the doctor, as his hand swept
up his money.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
IT'S RATHER UNUSUAL
for a pastor to serve 50 years in one
church. Rev. John Fletcher, who has
just completed a pastorate of a half
century with the Plainwell, Mich.,
Baptist church, has this distinction.
What's become of the fellow who
used to serenade his best girl with,
his guitar and keep the neighbors
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