"
"Not this kind. You were right about Isburn. He didn't mean what he
said about giving you a half-interest in the agency."
"I'm not disappointed. I didn't think he did. Why should he pay me
for returning what I took from him as a professional joke?"
"Well I fixed it up with him, and he will sail for Europe with his
niece as soon as we can take charge."
"We? Why, what _do_ you mean, Mr. Sawyer?"
"I mean that I've engaged to pay Mr. Isburn one hundred thousand
dollars for his agency, a one-half interest to become mine and the
other half to be transferred to my wife as soon as I am married,
which will be soon."
"Then you will be my employer," and Mary's blue eyes were opened as
wide as they could be.
"Within a week, I shall be Mr. Isburn. I shall not use my own name."
His manner changed instantly.
"This morning I met an old college friend. He was doing the
historical points of old Boston with his father and his father's
friend, a Rev. Mr. Dysart of Yonkers, New York."
Miss Dana started, and exclaimed, involuntarily, "Mr. Dysart--not Mr.
Octavius Dysart?"
"Yes, that was the name. Why, do you know him? I'll be honest, I know
you do."
"My mother was born in Yonkers, and Mr. Dysart was the clergyman who
officiated at my father's wedding. He used to call on us whenever he
came to Boston. But how did he know that you knew me?"
"He said he was going to Fernborough to see your father, and I
availed myself of the opportunity to mention my acquaintance with
you.
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