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out of his $18,000 under promise of
$1,800 a year for life, now began to
find bis father something of an em
barrassment. Old Henry Pentland wrote to his
son every week. His solicitude for
his son's health did not touch George,
and his twice a year visits to him at
his bachelor quarters in town were
an event of horror, for George was
sensitive to the opinions of his friends
and dreaded that one of them would
meet him in the company of the shab
by old man who clung to his arm and
gesticulated with his cane.
"Grandpa's going to town Mon
day," said Toodles.
Lida and Charles exchanged
glances. They knew of Toodles' vis
its and had not discouraged them,
hoping that the old man wonld soften
toward the child, and, through him,
"How do you know?" inquired
"I heard him telling his servant,"
answered Toodles. "He's going to
see Uncle George."
Charles drew his wife aside. "Dear,
I wonder whether we can't do any
thing to save his money," he said.
"You know, of course, that I received
a circular about that mining proposi
tion. It is an obvious swindle ; yet the
fellow seems to be clinging to the in
side wall of the law. He'll dissipate
that money he wheedled out of father
as sure as fate."
"Bpt, dear, you know how obsti
nate your father is "
"I know, but we can't let him be in
need. There ought to be some way
of getting his money back for him,
even-if it does destroy his faith in
They put their heads together, and
after a while a heroic, desperate .plan
occurred to Charles. He loved hjs
father, in spite of the old man's be
havior toward him, and he did not in
tend to let his brother George despoil
him, especial.y as he suspected
George of being interested in a good
many shady propositions.
As a matter of fact, George, who
had not seen hisbrother for ten years, 2
had never meant that circular to fall
into his hands. It had been an over-
sight of one of his girls. It was not
to George's interest to arouse any
suspicions in his brother, whom he
despised, until he had made good on
his coup and betaken himself with.
his victims' money to another land.
On the following Monday Henry'
Pentland stepped out of the train af1
the central station and made his way7
toward his son's office. He had seen
George's new handsome suite where
his companies had their headquar
ters. He had wondered at the ste--
nographers and addressers at their1
desks, at the mahogany fittings of the
interior office, and any doubts which
might have existed in his mind as to
the security of his capital had been1
immediately dispelled. George sEemed
in his father's eyes the most won-J
derful man in the world. He con-'- v
trasted him scornfully with stay-at-home
Charles, who had never done5
anything but keep a store.
As he ascended in the elevator the
old man looked without much inter-
est at the middle-aged man that ac
companied him. The two entered the'
office together. "An investor," the
formal- fhnrnrhf A firl rrRf nnrl nnma
toward them, but the middle-aged'
man brushed past her and coolly1
made his way into the inner room.'
The girl hesitated and then took
Henry Pentland's name. '
"I'm just his father I'll wait,"
said the old man.
At that moment he heard an oath'
from within, the sound of a falling
chair. Instantly the dread suspicion
flashed upon him that the stranger
had injured George. He knew that
financiers were greatly hated by the
unsuccessful. He had always feared'
for George's life when the papers
were filled with denunciations of the
wealthy and mob orators indulged in
wild declamations. Overcome with
fear, he plunged into the inner room
to see George standing at bay de