Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1882-11-23
PHEBE'S SPECULATION
BY JUDGE CLARK.

dllu udu Idhci IL Ou SpCCuicJlou' Ii
l succeeded, il would not only be a
feather in nay cap, but neat sum in
my pocket; i. didn't, it would be at
the cost of deal of labor wasted and
sound legal drubbing at the hands of
Naboth Twyscott, who appeared on the
other side.
The fight was long and bitter, but
ended in swinging verdict for my eli
emit.
"Will Jundle pay up, or shall issue
an execution? ?" asked Twysc0tt lit
tie jubilantly, as we left the court
room.
With the tip of his right forefnger,
Twyscott pulled down his left under
eyelid, and with tantalizing wink in
CURED:
"Do you see anything green, Mr..
Craye?"
Next day he filed a motion for new
trial on 'forty-seven several grounds.
The Judge, after hearing argument,
overruled the motion. But Twyscott
didn't surrender. He appealed from
court to court till he reached the last;
but it was not till he had been beaten
through them all, and his last legal
gun had been spiked, that he suffered
his client to pay.
1t was too late to put the money in
the bank the day Jundle paid it over.
Of course he had hung back till the
last minute. However, it was not a
very bulky roll, being all in thousand
dollar notes; so just slipped it into a
secret pocket of my coat, where it
would be safe till morning.
We lived, my wife and l, in snug
little cottage near the city. We had
been married not quite year. In fact,
it was mainly on the strength of my
expectations from "the case," which
Twyscott was only fighting for delay.
that had ventured to ask Phoebe Har-
land to compete our somewhat long
standing engagement.
l had promised Phoebe 30 many
things out of the case that l had for
gotten half of them; but there was lit
tie doubt that strict account of them
was laid away in her own memory. and
l feared that the sum total would make
large hole in my share of the spoils.
l know it was mean thing, and l
can hardly think what put it into my
head, for l fully intended to deal
squarely by Phoebe; but on the train
hOmeward it somehow occurred to
me that there was no need of hurry in
telling her that had got the money.
1t would do as well after had settled
with my client, and knew exactly how
I stood.
Phoebe met me so lovingly, and had
such nice little supper waiting-jusr
the dishes she knew liked best-and
was so chatty and pleasant all the
evening, that wonder how kept the
guilty secret, but somehow did keep
was awakened next morning By a
messenger with telegram summoning
me at once to town to draw Mr.. Ban.
toms will. / fastened to catch the
early train, which I was just In time
to do. Mr.. Banton was rich, retired
merchant whose patronage was not tt
be neglected.
Instead of finding him In eDtremis, ]
was not little surprised at seeing Mr.
Banton, in a dressing-gown and slip
pers, enjoying hearty breakfast. Of
course he didn't need my services. III,
had, in fact, been worse scared thar
hurt.
1t was not till had reached my offic,
that 1 noticed had on different Goa
from that worn the day before, which
being little the worse for use, Pheb,
had strongly objected to my wearing o.
late. More than once she had threat
ened to sell 1t or give 1t to the ragman
She must have slipped another in it
place the night before, and in the hurr,
Of my morning toilet, had failed Il
note the change.
/ was little annoyed when, at
later hour, my client, Jonas Swirl
called to settle and get his share o
the money. He was very suspicious
person, and when I explained tn
change of coats and the absence OF tn
cash, fancied he looked just trif
distrustful. Still, he said nothing, an
went away promising to come back tc
morrow.
/ hardly stopped to return Phoebe
kiss that evening before running up
the closet to look for my old coat. ]
was not there. tossed everything w
side down. rummaged all the drawers
searched every hook and peg, bat tn
missing garment was nowhere visible