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By H. M. Egbert
(Copyright by W, G. Chapman.)
How Toodles got Acquainted with
his grandfather in the first place was
always a mystery in the town. It
was Mrs. Clay, who lived next door
to the old recluse, who brought the
news that Toodles and the old man
were hobnobbing upon the doorstep.
Toodles was nine and Henry Pentland
"What a pity it is," said Toodles,
swinging backward and forward in
the rocking chair, "that you didn't
like my papa as well as you like Un
"Why?" rasped the old man, speak
ing as if to a" man of his own years.
"Because then you wouldn't have
been so lonesome and miserable in
your old age," said Toodles.
The shot went home. With a snarl
old Henry Pentland was upon his feet.
"What do you mean, sir?" he de
manded. "I am anything but miser
able." He went on in a soliloquy, appar
ently. "Charles and George were
both dear to me. George had the
Drains. He made a success of his life
in tie city, where he is honored and
feared. Charles was content to plod
along in a country store. He married
a nonentity. He did nothing toward
elevating the family. Why shouldn't
I prefer George?"
"Because papa's your son, too," de
clared Toodles, looking up earnestly
into the old man's face. "And mam
ma says you've never set eyes on
papa since he was married," he added
"Tell me this, sir," insisted the old
man, "who put you up to this game?
Who sent you here?"
"I sent myself here," answered
"A likely story. Why?"
" 'Cos mother said you must be so
badly punished for being so unkind
and I wanted' to see what you looked
like," Toodles declared, scampering
away. "Good-by, grandpa." And he
All that Toodles had said was true.
George Pentland, financier, had in
veigled the old man into bestowing
upon him his entire fortune, which he
had invested in his dubious schemes,
paying his father 10 per cent per an
num. However, he had only paid
two years' income, and in reality this
had come out of the principle. Henry
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"I Am the United' States Marshall for
This Federal District."
Pentland had doted upon his second
son when he was a boy. But Charles
was not smart, like George, and when
he married pretty, but commonpalce,
Lida Gray, the angry old man, who
had dreamed of seeing both his chil
dren wealthy and honored, refused
to go to the wedding. He had never
spoken to Charles since the marriage
nor held communication with any
member of his family except George,
who, having wheedled the old mail