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THE FINAL GLEW
By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
John Martin, mortgage banker,
shrewd, and careful ifranVof- business,
sat 'facing" his bdokkeeper,..Ralph Ter
hune, a pleasing,- clear-minded young
man, in the estimation!. of TSunice
Marfia at least4, althqugh1,the money
aBsorbed father" knew' -nothing of
The two men were seated in the
private.oJHce of, the banker. This
had aril anteroom'., and fipth apart-
' In the ' Anteroom Was a Lurking
. ments connected with the residence
of John Martin. In the anteroom was
, a lurkjng figure. Its owner had ap-
proached the glass door connecting
the rooms. He listened first, then he
peered cautiously where a small piece
j of the clouded glass was out of place.
' This man was 3urton Beale, a
j bachelor cousin of the banker, who
4 Sad been, the guest of hii relative for
i "-i month.
"You understand, Terhune," the
banker was speaking within the pri
"Perfectly, Mr. Martin." replied
the young office man in his usuaf at
tentive and pleasant way.
"I have never trusted any employes
as J am trusting you. It is necessary
that I should, for some important
transactions will have to be Jiandled
by you during my absence."
"You will not be gone long, I pre
sume?" "perhaps a week. Lean a little
closer, Terhune. The combination of
the safe is 12-105-19,"
Ralph Terhune nodded compre
hendingly. v While the banker spoke
he had carelessly scribbled the num
erals on a slip of scrap paper. In
stantly his employer drew the tell
tale slip from bis hand.
"No, no," he spoke, tearing the bit
of paper to pieces. "Never trust such
business as that tp a record that may
accidentally fall under strange eyes.
wTo aid me, I will make a tempor
ary notation, then," said Terhune,
and he drew up his coat sleeve and
marked the numbers on the white
surface of his shirt cuff.
The modest but pretty cuff button
holding it together met his glance as
he did this, and his eye brightened.
Those buttons were a birthday gift
from Eunice, a week ago. A mem
ory of her charming face coupled
with the great confidence her father
reposed in him made the heart of the
young man thrill with cheer and
When the banker and Ralph passed
through the anteroom, Beale was not
there. He had hurried from the
apartment, trembling all over with
excitement. He had heard and seen
that which to his mind was as a plank
of safety thrust suddenly before a
"A way out of all my troubles!" he
breathed,, as. he reached the street.
"Let me think."
He drew a 'letter from his pocke't.
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