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Being allowed to do what he chose with this money, he gave it in equal portions to Tommy Kavanagh and Mr. Raynor, who had informed him of the existence of Mr. Brent's will. Mrs. Brent decided not to go back to Planktown. She judged that the story of her wickedness would reach that village and make it disagreeable for her. She opened a small millinery store in Chicago, and is doing fairly well.
Carter thoughtfully. "It looks suspicious, as if they had some good reason for their disappearance." "I can't understand why they should have left Planktown," said Philip, appearing puzzled. "Is the house occupied?" "Yes. I hear that a cousin of Mrs. Brent occupies it. I shall call and inquire after her." "Very well, Philip. Go when you please. You may be sure of a welcome when you return."
"My name is Philip Granville," answered Jonas quickly. "Is it? Then it has changed suddenly," answered Phil, in a sarcastic voice. "Six months ago, when we were all living at Planktown, your name was Jonas Webb." "You must be a lunatic!" said Mrs. Brent, with audacious falsehood. "My own name is Philip, as you very well know." "Your name Philip?" exclaimed Mr.
It may be readily supposed that Phil's New York friends listened with the greatest attention to his account of what he had learned in his visit to Planktown. "Your step-mother is certainly an unscrupulous woman," said Mr. Carter. "Doubtless she has left your old town in order to escape accountability to you for your stolen inheritance.
"Am I to consider that a compliment?" asked Phil, smiling. "Well, yes, if you choose. Not that it is saying much to call you more agreeable company than the old party alluded to. Are you going to New York?" "Yes, sir." "Live there?" "I expect to live there." "Brought up in the country, perhaps?" "Yes, in Planktown." "Oh, Planktown! I've heard it's a nice place, but never visited it.
In Planktown, though his home relations latterly had not been pleasant, Philip had many friends, and when he appeared on the street, he met everywhere glances of friendly welcome. One of the first to meet him was Tommy Kavanagh. "Where did you come from, Phil?" he asked. "I am glad enough to see you. Where are you staying?" "Nowhere, Tommy, at present.
"I would like to go to Planktown to see my friends there. It is now some months since I left the village, and I would like to see my old friends." "The desire is a natural one. Your home is broken up, is it not?" "Yes, but I can stay at the house of Tommy Kavanagh. I know he will be glad to have me." "It is strange that your step-mother and her son have left no trace behind them," said Mr.
Limited as were his means, and uncertain as were his prospects, Phil felt not only cheerful, but actually buoyant, as every minute took him farther away from Planktown, and so nearer the city where he hoped to make a living at the outset, and perhaps his fortune in the end. Presently perhaps half way on a young man, rather stylishly dressed, came into the car.
Raynor, "in order to save the money for herself and Jonas. I wonder she was not prudent enough to burn it, or, at any rate, to take it with her when she left Planktown. It is a damaging secret, but I hold it, and I mean to use it, too. Let me see, what is it best to do?" Mr. Raynor spent some time in quiet thought. It seemed to him that it might be well to hint his discovery in a letter to Mrs.
"Seems to me you're closin' up business?" said Reuben shrewdly. "So I am. I'm going to leave Planktown." "You don't say? Well, I declare! Where are you goin'?" "To New York, I guess." "Got any prospect there?" "Yes."
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