MR. BROWNING COMES TO TERMS
The destruction of the letter, and the open exultation of the man who
had in intention at least doubly wronged him, did not appear to dismay
Luke Walton. He sat quite cool and collected, facing Mr. Browning.
"Really, I don't see how this letter happened to slip from my hand,"
continued the philanthropist. "I am afraid you consider it
important."
"I should if it had been the genuine letter," said Luke.
"What!" gasped Browning.
"It was only a copy, as you will be glad to hear."
"Boy, I think you are deceiving me," said Browning, sharply.
"Not at all! I left the genuine letter in the hands of my lawyer."
"Your lawyer?"
"Yes. I have put this matter in the hands of Mr. Jordan, of this
city."
Mr. Browning looked very much disturbed. Mr. Jordan was a well-known
and eminent attorney. Moreover, he was opposed in politics to the
would-be mayor. If his opponent should get hold of this discreditable
chapter in his past history, his political aspirations might as well
be given up. Again he asked himself, "How much of the story does this
boy know?"
"If you are employing a lawyer," he said, after a pause, "I don't
understand why you came to me for advice."
"I thought you might be interested in the matter," said Luke,
significantly.
"Why should I be interested in your affairs? I have so many things to
think of that really I can't take hold of anything new."
"I will tell you, sir. You are the man who received money in trust
from my dying father. I look to you to restore it with interest."
"How dare you insinuate any such thing?" demanded Browning, furiously.
"Do you mean to extort money by threats?"
"No, sir, I only ask for justice."
"There is nothing to connect me with the matter. According to your
letter it was a Thomas Butler who received the money you refer to."
"True, and your name at that time was Thomas Butler."
Mr. Browning turned livid. The net seemed to be closing about him.
"What proof have you of this ridiculous assertion?" he demanded.
"The testimony of one who knew you then and now--Mr. King, who keeps a
cigar stand at the Prairie Hotel."
"Ha! traitor!" ejaculated Browning, apostrophizing the absent King.
"This is a conspiracy!" he said. "King has put you up to this. He is a
discreditable tramp whom I befriended when in dire need. This is my
reward for it."
"I have nothing to do with that, Mr. Browning. Mr. King is ready to
help me with his testimony. My lawyer has advised me to call upon you,
and to say this: If you will pay over the ten thousand dollars with
interest I will engage in my mother's name to keep the matter from
getting before the public."
"And if I don't agree to this?"
"Mr. Jordan is instructed to bring suit against you."
Drops of perspiration gathered on the brow of Mr. Browning. This would
never do. The suit, even if unsuccessful, would blast his reputation
as a philanthropist, and his prospects as a politician.
"I will see Mr. Jordan," he said.
"Very well, sir. Then I wish you good-morning."
Within two days Thomas Browning had paid over to the lawyer for his
young client the full sum demanded, and Luke left Milwaukee with the
happy consciousness that his mother was now beyond the reach of
poverty.