“Who asked you to buy?� retorted Terry.
“Come over to Lawyer Stimson’s and draw the writings,� said the paper-manufacturer, withdrawing.
Next day John Wycliff received this note:—
“My dear Wycliff:
“You’re a jewel. I’ve sold the Star to Zack Baldwin for $25,000. (It’s actual value is around $15,000.) I didn’t even sign the usual agreement, not to engage in the same business again in the same city.
“Enclosed you will find check for $1,500, according to agreement by which I guaranteed you one year’s salary.
“When I first met you, I thought you were a discourteous crank, but my finances and my self-respect were both badly in need of the rebuke which you gave me. Your way of dealing with such cattle as the Baldwins beats mine out of sight.�
“Yours always,
Wilfrid Terry.�
CHAPTER VI.
“WHERE are you going, pop?� asked Robert, as Mr. Wycliff drove into the yard, with a horse and carriage, one fine morning.