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"The scoundrel!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the father.
"He was to return, make his peace with you, and save me from harm. We should have succeeded if Phil had not been so zealous to serve the firm. He upset my calculations no less than three times, and finally broke my head. You have no fault to find with him, Mr. Collingsby, however it may be with me."
"Mr. Philips, I trust you will excuse any harsh words I may have used,"
said the senior partner.
"Certainly, sir; but my name is not Philips."
"What is it?"
"Philip Farringford, sir."
"Yes, father, and he is my own cousin," added Marian.
"Nonsense! We will talk of that some other time."
"I think you had better open that bag," I suggested.
It was opened, and all the money which the junior partner had gathered together was taken from it. Mrs. Whippleton's treasure was found, just as I had left it, with the seals unbroken.
"That is Phil's, and contains nothing belonging to the firm," said Mr.
Whippleton, as the officer produced the package. "I hope you will give it to him."
I explained the nature of the contents, and to my great gratification it was restored to me. The graceless son acknowledged that he had signed his mother's name to the order upon me for its delivery. He had procured the nurse for his mother, and she informed him what had been done during our interview. It appeared that she had placed herself at the door for this purpose.
"Mr. Collingsby, I hope you don't intend to proceed against me, now that I have made all the rest.i.tution in my power," said the culprit.
"I don't know; I will see."
"The false invoices cover about forty thousand dollars. My capital in the firm, and my share of the profits, will reimburse you for about thirty thousand. I will give you a deed of my lands for the balance, so that you will lose nothing by me."
"I have lost through you my confidence in mankind," replied Mr.
Collingsby. "I have no desire to persecute you."
"I have given up every dollar I took with me. My yacht will bring a thousand dollars. You shall have that."
"I will take the boat at that price, and place the amount to your credit."
"Thank you, sir."
"For the rest, I will consider the matter; but for the present, you must be where I can find you."
The officers conveyed him to the prison, where he had an opportunity to reflect upon the folly of worldly wisdom.
"Philips, you have done well," said Mr. Collingsby, as the door closed upon the departing junior of the firm. "You have been honest and faithful, and I thank you."
"So do I," added the old gentleman. "It seems we haven't lost anything, after all."
"Philips has--"
"Philip, if you please, sir," I interposed.
"Excuse me; Philip has saved us from loss, and as he is very fond of boats, I propose to make him a present of the yacht belonging to Mr.
Whippleton, as a testimonial of our grat.i.tude. What do you say, father?"
"Certainly, Richard," replied the patriarch.
"I have already taken Mr. Faxon into the firm, and the business will continue as before. Of course we shall retain you as book-keeper, and your salary will hereafter be one thousand dollars a year."
"I thank you, gentlemen. I am very grateful to you for your kindness and consideration," I replied, satisfied that virtue is its own reward even in this world.
"Beyond this, I am greatly indebted to you for your services to my daughter."
"My cousin was very kind to me," said Marian, archly.
"Your cousin!"
"Yes, father; he is really my cousin."
"Pshaw! How can he be your cousin?"
"His name is Philip Farringford. His mother was your sister."
"Come, come; no more of this. We have had romance enough for one day,"
said the old gentleman. "I have been annoyed by letters from Farringford in St. Louis, hinting at something of this kind."
"I am sorry the letters annoyed you, sir; but my father wrote only the truth," I replied.
"Your father! Do you mean to a.s.sert that my miserable son-in-law is your father?" added the old gentleman, savagely.
"I do, sir."
"But my daughter is not your mother?"
"Yes, sir; she is."
"That's enough. I don't want to hear another word about the matter; and what's more, I will not."
"We can prove all that we a.s.sert, sir," I replied, firmly.
"Not another word about it. I want to believe that you are an honest and honorable young man; but I can't do it if you attempt to maintain such a gross imposture. It is ridiculous."
"I am very anxious that you should hear the story, sir. If you are not satisfied with the evidence, you shall never be annoyed again concerning it."
"I won't hear it," protested the senior Mr. Collingsby. "Did you come here, and get a place in our firm, for the purpose of pus.h.i.+ng this imposition?"
"I desire to establish my birthright; but there was no conspiracy about my coming."
"My son-in-law is a miserable toper. I never want to see or hear from him again. He has brought disgrace and misery enough into my family. He teased me for money till I was obliged to leave St. Louis, and now he follows me here. Young man, whatever your name may be, I have a high regard for you after what you have done, and we will use you well in the future; but never mention this matter again. If you do, you shall leave us. I say it, and I mean it."