Robert Kimberly

ncle John and his brother upon the negotiations for the MacBirney properties. In the consideration of a

rom his constant philosophy of life. He believed first and last in force, and that feeble remnant of vitality

s a part of force, and whoever sets store by the one will not always shrink from the other. Any dis

philosophy. But in the day he now faced, new forces had arisen. Public sentiment had become a fac

mberlys, Robert, was known to be a leader. This school sought to draw the sting of competitive l

uncle, became unsettled in his conclusions and stood liable to veer in his judgment to one side or the other of the questi

"John may be all right, but his day is past. Charlie forgets every day more than the opposition know, all told. But I call Robert the devil of the family. Ho

luenced Robert in no way at all and after some years of profanity and rage perceived that he never should. This discovery was so astou

ohn a generation earlier now served Robert. John had forgotten that when a young man he had never

of industrial endeavor being to make money, a white-winged and benevolent peace, as Nelson termed it, should be the policy of all in

e West had come into the sugar world it became a Kimberly prob

nce opened the conference. At the end of a quarter of an hour Robert had not appeared. Charles looked impatiently

tone wall crested with English ivy and overgrown with climbing roses, sat Robert Ki

eepers had given him up. And the little dog although very sick and frowsy had finally pulled throug

be found. A sheltered walk led to the pergola along which he paced for exercise. Near the corner of the wall stood an oak. And a bench, some chairs and a table made the spot attractive. Sugar loved the bench, and

r been taught anything. He possessed, his new master declared, neither manners nor accomplishments,

g of nothing--though no one could divine just what might be going on under his black-banded

," said Kimberly presently. "You don't think so? Very well, I will bet you this bank-note,

oney to bet

give y

I do not bet-

bet you the bank-note against one dollar,

ney in Kimberly's hand. "How m

ndred d

ou would lose your money. Sugar knows how

he money agai

ot even t

alary as you do, waste it in dissipation and luxury. Howe

se my habit, wh

r a shawl," ar

ny case, to bet the clothes

bet the money against your snuff-

bet, since Cardinal San

ld do for your good-for-nothing

is dark eyes and

r, "against the snuff in your box, that

'two'," declared Fra

you

e snuff against the mone

Kimberly straightened up, and

" said Kimberly, "w

d Francis, "that the goo

hen you say, 'On

act

'three,' he

es

Then you repeat the verse. If the dog takes the lump befo

s laid the box on the table

ve him a preliminary admonition, took from a mysterious pocket a lump of sugar, laid it on th

n so

ia gu

ia m

in t

, d

sol

a

horror, snapped the lump in

" announce

up his hands.

your poor boys don't get m

cently and affectionately up at his distressed master. "Why," demanded the

Kimberly lazily, "he wants w

n toying indolently with her image--setting it up before his imagination as a picture, t

refully emptied the snuff out of the box in

Satu

. It looks like good stuff." He paused b

ing busied himself w

ced Kimberly. There was no answe

ved the of

inches,

thi

n out and perceiving the impossibility of harrying Francis in any

el of intelligence and patience. He has so sweet a

l to s

e it. The fa

see tha

y at Sugar. "I ask too much of that little dog. He will learn.

s in difficulties such as this that recourse to a frugal pinch steadied him. He recollected instantly that the snuff was gone, and with some haste an

berly, and he was already enjoying the momentary discomfiture. Sugar a

from the table and put it back in his pocket. His com

n the talk to a congenial subject. "I drove past the colleg

his shoulders. "A

g buildin

st go

where you said the

They do not think

han you have students. What do

s looked at his questioner with eyes fiercely eager. "That is the c

erly lighted a cigar and Fra

These boys they pick up from the orphan courts, from the streets, from the poor parents. When th

ould do. They would be always in hand; now, they drift away. They must go to work in the city filth and wickedness. Ah, they need the protection we could give them in those terrible four ye

ur college; we keep and educate them. But the others--the greater part--at sixteen would leave

e fast and with an inte

ar upon the heel of his shoe as he listened--sometimes hearing Francis's words, sometimes not. He had he

is for those poor boys, to keep them, Robert, from going to hell--from hell in this world and i

his cigar bet

lessly. "It will take a million dollars to do what we ought to

to find it; I can te

ow

the sugar

t leave God

ol. I am not joking. What I have often said about your going into the sugar business, I repea

ing his head slowly from side to side in protest. "I cannot leave God's business,

your wages," suggested Kimber

me a letter to introduce me to the g

ot give yo

ney; how can he po

t nobody needs money so m

A

ey than I have, and you don't

u. You know I need it. If you

ion dollars how shoul

ll seriousness. "God

is a good deal of m

a goo

get it back

y you, Robert; God

-over there. It

arted. "No

at would my stockholders say if I tried that kind

; you pay for to-day:

to me the question of guarantees is exceedingly important. You good men are

Robert. Your heart is not bad

ha

metime God will g

time I will giv

I mean--sometime, God

mpatient voice was h

n waiting thirty m

just c