Our boys in India . aboutthis afternoon. I wish I might go all over India. I withe tho too, lisped little Kittie. ** And I, said Scott, looking over Besss shoulder, I wishfor an opportunity to be a hero. What a funny wish! cried Bess; but pull, brothers,pull! Now : one, two, three ! and the wishbones snapped. Paul ran away to find his father, and tell him of the result. In the library sat Mr. Clayton and another gentleman. Itrequired but a glance at the two to tell at once that both werein desperate earnestness over something. For two days Benjamin Clayton had worn a very serious facein his pr
Our boys in India . aboutthis afternoon. I wish I might go all over India. I withe tho too, lisped little Kittie. ** And I, said Scott, looking over Besss shoulder, I wishfor an opportunity to be a hero. What a funny wish! cried Bess; but pull, brothers,pull! Now : one, two, three ! and the wishbones snapped. Paul ran away to find his father, and tell him of the result. In the library sat Mr. Clayton and another gentleman. Itrequired but a glance at the two to tell at once that both werein desperate earnestness over something. For two days Benjamin Clayton had worn a very serious facein his private office at the bank, for something had been goingwrong. No one had noticed this at home ; for, while Mr. Clay-ton thought of nothing but his business in the city, he neverbrought any of it home with him, in his face at least, wherethe children could see it. He was the president of the largestbank in Boston ; and two days before, he had discovered some-thing in the cashiers accounts that the great bank examiner. THE WISHBONE NIGHT. 12 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. had overlooked; and the deeper he studied those accounts, thegreater the fraud appeared, till, to his horror, he found that thecashier was a defaulter and a robber to the amount of nearly ahalf-million dollars. It seemed incredible that every one hadbeen so blinded; yet there were the figures, when Mr. Claytongave them his attention, and the securities that had been leftwith the bank were gone. Mr. Clayton had said nothing to his cashier; but with thequick suspicion of a guilty mind, that Shakspeare talks about,the cashier had discovered that he knew all about it, and to-night, in spite of the party, he had come out to the Farms, andwas in earnest conversation with the president. Mr. Clayton listened without a word, while the cashier laidthe whole matter before him, and ended in this way: — Now, Mr. Clayton, the deed is done, and you have foundit out. You were too smart for me by about a week. What Ipropose to do is this:
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