CHAPTER XVIII.
MARGERY'S LOVE DREAM.
An hour after Mr.Wright had concluded his purchase for his employer he returned to the establishment, accompanied by one of the persons authorized to collect the money.

When he presented the order at the cashier's window, Mr.Conway, the old cashier, drew back aghast as he looked at the man.
"Is--is it possible you have indorsed this ?" he asked, turning to the manager.
Mr.Wright bowed, but his face betrayed deep agitation.
"I cannot pay it without consulting Mr.Armstrong," he exclaimed, in a troubled voice.

"Wait a moment." Could it be possible that Lester Armstrong had authorized the payment of an amount like that, knowing that the firm was a little crippled for cash just at that season of the year?
Surely the man must be mad, he told himself; and that for which the money was to be paid fairly staggered him.

He had to look a second time to satisfy himself that he had not made a horrible mistake when he read: "For one steam yacht and two pairs of horses, $125,000; terms cash." He set his lips hard together, saying to himself that this was the beginning of the end.
At that same moment quite a thrilling scene was taking place in the private office, which would have unnerved the old cashier completely had he known of it.

It so happened, in exploring the nooks of the office, Kendale had by chance touched another bell, the bell communicating with the suit department, which was in charge of Mr.Conway's pretty daughter, Miss Margery.