Two Boys and a Fortune

Or, The Tyler Will

by Matthew White, Jr.

1907


Contents

[PREFACE]
[CHAPTER I. THE MAN ON THE BRIDGE]
[CHAPTER II. IN THE MISER’S HOME]
[CHAPTER III. MR. TYLER’S WILL]
[CHAPTER IV. THE TWIN BROTHERS]
[CHAPTER V. BREAKING THE NEWS]
[CHAPTER VI. REX GOES TO TOWN]
[CHAPTER VII. REGINAND’S HUMILIATION]
[CHAPTER VIII. IN SYDNEY’S OFFICE]
[CHAPTER IX. THE MYSTERY ABOUT SYDNEY]
[CHAPTER X. ROY MAKES A NEW ACQUAINTANCE]
[CHAPTER XI. MR. CHARLES KEELER]
[CHAPTER XII. AN ALARMING DISCOVERY]
[CHAPTER XIII. DISCUSSION OF WAYS AND MEANS]
[CHAPTER XIV. WHAT HAPPENED AT MIDNIGHT]
[CHAPTER XV. DUDLEY HARRINGTON]
[CHAPTER XVI. REX DETERMINES TO TAKE MATTERS INTO HIS OWN HANDS]
[CHAPTER XVII. REX ARRIVES IN NEW YORK]
[CHAPTER XVIII. REX SEES A HORRIBLE SPECTACLE]
[CHAPTER XIX. A MEMORABLE NIGHT]
[CHAPTER XX. THE CRISIS]
[CHAPTER XXI. MILES HARDING]
[CHAPTER XXII. SEARCHING FOR REX]
[CHAPTER XXIII. A TELEGRAM]
[CHAPTER XXIV. FOUND AT LAST]
[CHAPTER XXV. MILES HARDING’S STORY]
[CHAPTER XXVI. IN WINTER DAYS]
[CHAPTER XXVII. SYDNEY GOES ON A MYSTERIOUS EXPEDITION]
[CHAPTER XXVIII. THE STRANGE CONDUCT OF MRS. FOX]
[CHAPTER XXIX. A MIDNIGHT VISIT]
[CHAPTER XXX. SYDNEY FREES HIS MIND]
[CHAPTER XXXI. THE CONFESSION TO THE BOYS]
[CHAPTER XXXII. A HARD DAY FOR THE TWINS]
[CHAPTER XXXIII. A QUEER FISH POND PARTY]
[CHAPTER XXXIV. REX RISES TO THE OCCASION]
[CHAPTER XXXV. A FISTIC ENCOUNTER]
[CHAPTER XXXVI. MILES BREAKS THE NEWS]

PREFACE

Among all my books, this one will always occupy a particularly warm spot in my heart; for listen, reader, and I will let you into a little secret. Riddle Creek is really Ridley, and is a true-enough stream, flowing through one of the most charming regions in Delaware County, Pennsylvania. The railroad trestle which plays such an important part in the first chapter forms a picturesque feature of the landscape, in full view of a home where I was wont to spend many a joyous holiday-time and which I had in mind whenever I mentioned the Pellery.

Again, the odd little house on Seventh Street, Philadelphia, described in Chapter XXVII, actually existed until pulled down some years since to make room for a big manufacturing plant. I used to visit there every time I went to the Quaker City, and all the furnishings mentioned stand out vividly in my recollection to this day, even to the guitar off in one corner. I never played Fish Pond there, but I have eaten some of the best dinners I ever tasted in that famous kitchen below stairs, which had to serve for dining room as well. That kitchen and the great cat, who used to sun himself in the shop window, loom large in my memories of boyhood.