.

." "Why didn't you say that at once, Mr.Webb?
Here, boy; tell Mr.
Killigrew that Mr.Webb wishes to see him.

You might just as well follow the boy." Killigrew was smoking, and perusing the baseball edition of his favorite evening paper.

All this red-tape to approach a man who wasn't doing anything more vital than that! Thomas smiled.

It was a wonderful people.
"Why, hello, Webb! What's the matter?
Anything wrong at the house ?"--anxiously.
"No, Mr.Killigrew.