Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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'The Cjolden ing out of his secret room and locking the door behind him, he appeared before Mr. MacDonald. As these two individuals had never met, the landlord was obliged to introduce himself. I feel highly honored. I am thankful for this indication of kindness,” said Mr. White with emotion. ' I understand,” said Mr. MacDonald, that you have been to work on an important mechanical invention.” Yes, sir, and I am happy to inform you it is completed; the model has gone to Washington. I have used all the money 1 could scrape together to pay the expenses of the patent right, but, sir, a manufacturing company is ready to negotiate with me for my machine and in a very short time I shall be able to pay all my debts.” I have concluded that I might as well permit you to remain here a short time longer—although I am myself pressed for money,” he said with a thought- ful air. My dear sir,” exclaimed Mr. White, this is a favor I had no right to expect, but I am sincerely grateful for what you have done for us. If we can remain here you shall be no loser. Your debt I consider sacred; those many benefits shall never be forgotten.” Benefits! I am not aware that you are much indebted to me.” You are pleased to say so, but for two quarters’ rent you gave me receipts in full, relying upon my honor for payment at some future time. I have also received sums to aid me in prosecuting my invention. I have no time doubted that the money came from you.” Mr. MacDonald pressed his forehead with his hand. After a pause he said: And why, may I ask—why did you give me the credit?” Excuse me for mentioning the subject,” said Mr. White, but although you parted in anger from your sister—” Sir! exclaimed Mr. MacDonald, starting and changing color. Hers was a pardonable offence,” said Mr. White. She didn't want to marry the man whom you chose for her husband. You disowned her, you have never met her since. But this wvas years ago, and I knew you could not cherish resentment so long.” My God,” cried Mr. MacDonald, what do you mean? I have heard nothing of her for twenty years. I know not what has become of her.” Mr. White fixed his eyes upon his landlord in speechless astonishment. Is it possible?” he murmured. Arc you serious?” Upon my soul, I have made inquiries for Mary, without success. I have supposed her dead.” Then these benefits have not been bestowed, because—” (continued on page 2 f)

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 Thus Mr. MacDonald parted with his faithful clerk. Another clerk took the place of John Benson. About the first business Mr. Carrol, the new clerk, attended to concerned the poor family in No. 23. They vacate the premises immediately,” he said to Mr. MacDonald. But there is some mystery about the family, they made allusions to yourself, which I was unable to understand.” To me?” Ye:;, sir, they spoke of your kindness to them—” My kindness!” Mr. MacDonald colored. The woman is an invalid,” said Mr. Carrol. The man is a fine looking, intellectual person, with thin cheeks, a broad pale forehead and bright, ex- pressive eyes. He has been for a year at work on some mechanical invention, which he believes is going to be a vast benefit to manufacturing.” I have heard Mr. Benson speak of that,” replied Mr. MacDonald. But what did these people say of me?” That they had been indebted to you for numerous favors—” Favors?” Yes, sir—at work with his invention which of course cannot afford him an income until completed, Mr. White has not been able to do much towards the support of his family. Mrs. White, as I said, is an invalid. Their only child, a daughter about seventeen and a girl of some accomplishments, has done a considerable amount of work towards their support.” I have heard all this from Mr. Benson. But what did they say of me?” That in these circumstances they have received benefits from you for which they are very grateful, and I assure you, sir, there were tears in the poor woman’s eyes; when she said it, she was sincere.” Humph!” They appreciated these favors so much the more,” said Mr. Carrol, from the fact that, as Mr. White’s invention is a secret, and all his instruments and contrivances have been in the house, it would have been a sore disadvan- tage to be obliged to move. His invention is now on the eve of completion, and he is firm in the hope of being able to pay with interest all your benefits.” Mr. MacDonald concealed his feelings and leaving Mr. Carrol to believe he was a man who did a great deal of good in a quiet way, went himself to make an attempt to clear up the mystery, by visiting No. 23. He found the Whites making preparations to vacate the premises. To a beautiful girl, with a handkerchief over her head, who was carrying small articles of furniture to the hall, he made known his wish to see Mr. White. This gentleman was engaged in packing up his machinery, but soon com-

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 THE CASE OF THE MISSING SON HONORABLE MENTION By Harry Elstob Detective-Inspector John Mulvey rubbed himself vigorously as he stood under the steaming shower. There, going down the drain, was dirt accumulated over a period of several hours. If he could but wash his troubles away in a like manner, how much happier he would be. But, he sighed, that sort of thing just can’t be done. As he stepped from the heavy downpour, he reached out a thick hand and turned the water off. This last motion accomplished, he proceeded to rub himself still more briskly with a thick Turkish towel provided for that purpose. When he was thoroughly dried, he wended his way through the maze of lockers to the spot where his own stood open. Here he started the task of getting dressed again and, his troubles forgotten for an instant, he visioned the hot dinner he knew awaited him at home. Unaware of their superior’s presence in the adjoining shower, four patrol- men sat talking and playing cards in the recreation room provided for the-t members of the Bedford Police Department. Ralph Coneghan, his chair tilted at a precarious angle, surveyed each of his comrades in turn. Good friends were these four, Patterson, Graves, O’Hara, and himself. None of them was married and consequently they roomed to- gether, ate together, and went around with each other. At the station house they had acquired the nickname The Four Musketeers.’’ Therefore their con- versation was their own and no matter how intimate it became or how public it may have been, it travelled no further than the table at which they sat. Your deal, Jack,’’ spoke up Graves, speaking to O’Hara who was seated across from him. O. K.,” replied the other laconically. He rolled up his shirt sleeves. That’s to show you that I don’t cheat,’’ he said mockingly. Heard anything about our so-called 'boy bandit’?” It was Coneghan that spoke. I haven’t heard anything,” said Patterson in a rather disappointed tone. Nor me,” spoke up O’Hara, who had just finished dealing the cards.