If dad had stacked the deck on me, I wanted to know it.

But I misjudged him--or, perhaps, he knew I'd read it.

All he had written wouldn't hurt the reputation of any one.

It was: The bearer, Ellis H.Carleton, is my son.

He will probably be with you for some time, and will not try to assume any authority or usurp your position as foreman and overseer.