Two Boys and a Fortune

Two Boys and a Fortune (Or,
The Tyler Will)

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TWO BOYS AND A FORTUNE
Or, The Tyler Will
BY
MATTHEW WHITE, JR., 1907
PREFACE
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, and is a true-enough stream, flowing
through one of the most charming regions in Delaware County,
Pennsylvania. The railroad trestle which plays such an important part in
the first chapter forms a picturesque feature of the landscape, in full
view of a home where I was wont to spend many a joyous holiday-time
and which I had in mind whenever I mentioned the Pellery.
Again, the odd little house on Seventh Street, Philadelphia, described in
Chapter XXVII
, actually existed until pulled down some years since to make room for
a big manufacturing plant. I used to visit there every time I went to the
Quaker City, and all the furnishings mentioned stand out vividly in my
recollection to this day, even to the guitar off in one corner. I never
played Fish Pond there, but I have eaten some of the best dinners I ever
tasted in that famous kitchen below stairs, which had to serve for
dining room as well. That kitchen and the great cat, who used to sun
himself in the shop window, loom large in my memories of boyhood.
Matthew White, Jr.
New York City.
Jan. 5, 1907.

CHAPTER I
THE MAN ON THE BRIDGE
"Look there! I believe that man is actually going to try to cross the
trestle."
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 heads.
"Why, it's Mr. Tyler!" exclaimed Jess, who had a better view from
where she sat on the log that spanned Riddle Creek. "Oh, Roy,
something's sure to happen to him! He's awfully feeble."
"And there's a train almost due," added Eva. "What can he be thinking
of to attempt such a thing?"
"Oh!" and Jess gave a shrill scream. "He's fallen!"
Roy said never a word. He quickly passed his fishing-line to Eva, ran
nimbly across the tree trunk to the Burdock side of the creek, and then
started to climb the steep bank. The girls sat there and watched him
breathlessly, now and then darting a look higher up at the spot on the
trestle where the figure that had dropped still lay across the ties, as if
too badly hurt to rise.
The two Pell girls and their twin brothers, Rex and Roy, had gone
down to sit on the log in search of coolness on this blazing hot July
afternoon. Rex had been giving vent to his disgust because he wasn't
able to accept the invitation to join a jolly party of friends for a trip to
Lake George and down the St. Lawrence. Cause why? Lack of funds.
"You ought to have known you couldn't go when Scott asked you,
Rex," Roy had told him. "You would need at least fifty dollars for the
outing. And that sum will clothe you for almost a year. And clothes
with you, Rex, ought to be of sufficient importance to be considered."

"I suppose I might as well go and tell Scott about it and have it over
with," Rex had replied,