Two Boys and a Fortune; Or, The Tyler Will

“You can make my will,” replied the old man promptly. “That doesn’t mean that I am going to die right away,” he added hastily, “but I’ve had a warning. Why, I may have time to m...

When Rex and Eva had gone up stairs, and Jess and Roy were left to themselves in the parlor, the brother and sister looked at each other rather soberly for the first few minutes.

“I am afraid I shall never get over it, Roy Pell.” The miser looked at him in a steady way that would have frightened some boys. “And I don’t want to die yet, not till I have ma...

“Only a very little,” was the reply. “As I was crossing the trestle in the train a while ago I heard a lady behind me telling a gentleman who was with her that this was the plac...

The Pells breakfasted early so that Sydney might catch the 7:30 express for the city. On the morning following the events narrated in the preceding chapter the entire family wer...

His money, his return ticket to Philadelphia, were gone, to say nothing of his satchel and the clothes that were in it. He looked helplessly up and down the street.

Rex was staring in amazement at his brother, who had turned quite white at the sight of the undertaker’s wagon standing in front of the miser’s home. He had halted and gone off...

Rex’s cup of joy was full when Dudley Harrington asked him to go to New Haven with him. It would be pleasure indeed to go anywhere in company with that fascinating young gentlem...

“I came to see you,” answered Rex, and then looked at Scott, who had said that as it was so near train time he would wait and go to the station with the Pells. “But you are ill,...

Miles hurried to the pump near the kitchen door. He gave his hands a douse of water, dried them quickly on a roller towel in the woodshed, and then came back to greet the brothe...

“You seem to think I mean you some harm,” he said. “You are quite wrong there. It is a matter of money, of a fortune that belongs to Mr. Maurice Parley, if I can find him.”

“So I was, but—but I’ve bought it and now I haven’t got enough left to take me down to Marley to-morrow night. Just let me have three dollars. I’ll pay you back when I get my ne...

“Yes, but when they went away, and I got to having such hard knocks from the world, I didn’t want to drag the name down with me, and so I thought Harding would suit me pretty we...

Rex never felt so humiliated in his life. Here he was, surrounded by a crowd, captured by a policeman and accused by a miserable Chinaman of breaking a pane of glass.

The family were greatly alarmed at Sydney’s collapse. Mrs. Pell had fondly hoped that his Southern trip would be of permanent benefit to him, and here he was breaking down on th...

How soon that train would cover them! It seemed such a simple thing to stay on board and be carried there, so cruel to be left behind simply for the lack of a little more money.

“But you can’t,” Roy was about to answer. Then he checked himself, and said instead: “Well, perhaps you will be well enough to go to-night. Is it far?” for there was no address...

“You’re pretty weak, aren’t you?” This was Mrs. Fox’s remark as she eased Sydney down into a rocking chair in the little parlor. It was quite dark, save for the faint light that...

It was just a month after our story opened that July afternoon. Roy was fishing from the tree trunk over the creek again, but he was alone this time and the expression on his fa...

Rex must be sick, he decided, and not able to leave his bed. He followed the light haired woman to the floor above, where she threw open the door of a room with a sort of flourish.

Rex hesitated. Remembering how Sydney had been affected by learning that he had revealed the facts about Mr. Tyler’s will to Scott, he felt that he ought not to speak of the mat...

“I’m very sorry, indeed, this came out now. It seems unfeeling to talk about it while that poor old man’s body is above ground, and then the amount of the fortune he possessed m...

“Well, I didn’t see which way he went when he left the hotel,” answered Harrington. “I supposed though, he went home, and am surprised to hear he isn’t there. Atkins, here, may...

Roy bounded up the stairway two steps at a time. He was conscious that both his sisters had walked to the foot of it and were looking after him fearfully. Then he heard Rex’s vo...

“Needlessly? Oh, boys, would that I were! But as soon as I tell you, you will understand it all. And I shall tell you now—in a minute. But just give me your hand, each of you, t...

It was physically impossible for Miles Harding to carry Rex very far without stopping to rest. The life of a tramp, with insufficient nourishment, was not calculated to strength...

“I’m sorry that mother isn’t home,” he said. “She’s just had a telegram from Syd that takes her to town and will keep her there with him all night Some business connected with t...

Lunch hour arrived and still no Reginald. But Mrs. Pell did not worry. He had so many friends in Marley that there were plenty of places where he might have gone from the Bowmans’.

“Are you boys going to sleep all day? Have you forgotten we were all going to Marley at eleven o’clock? And here’s a note Syd left for you, Rex. He’s much better and gone to the...

“Come, Rex,” he said, “I see through your joke, so you might as well drop it. You oughtn’t to have made the sum so high if you expected me to believe it.”

It is summer again, but in Batemans the town in which we now find our friends, the Pells, this banner season of the year, does not deck itself with all the attractions that caus...

“Oh, he might have recognized him any other way just as quickly,” returned Sydney. “And now some one must tell him about Mr. Tyler’s legacy,” he added. “I want to get that off m...

Roy Pell pulled his sister Eva quickly toward him as he spoke, so that she could look up between the trees to the Burdock side of the railway bridge almost directly above their...

Of course a small army of servants was necessary to the running of such a dwelling, and Roy, Eva and Jess had many laughable experiences at first in accustoming themselves to be...

Tom Cheever was a tall youth, continually feeling of his upper lip as if to see if his mustache had arrived; Dan Tilford had a narrow face, pallid from much cigarette smoking, a...

A compromise had been effected with the striking waiters, and the heat had lessened a little in its intensity. The two things, together with the nonappearance of Ashby Stout wer...

Among all my books, this one will always occupy a particularly warm spot in my heart; for listen, reader, and I will let you into a little secret. Riddle Creek is really Ridley,...