The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-04-16

eyes fllHu ldhc III uno lOou ahu iDo
occupants at glance.
"ljcg pardon. Trust I'm not intrud-
ing" he 50 d. i'Butare these the cham
bgrs Of Mr. Frank BrobisherP"
"rhiS is my room, sir; and | am Frank
Frobisher."
Not i'll, 1 hope. Good gracious!
that will never do" exclaimed the
stranger. But must explain that /
have called to see you on a private
matter of great Importance.
~ have no secrets from my friend,
sir. Whatever you have to say may be
said openly before him."
In that case, sir, allow me to intro
duce myself. My name is Gimp--John
Gimp, attorney-at-law, aud an old ac-
quaintance of your lamented father
that is, if you really are Mr.. Frobisher
the younger"
II really and truly am Frank Fro
bisher tie younger; and still retain
very clear recollection of you, Mr..
Gimp, although / have not seen you
since | was eight years old"
"Flattered, I'm sure. Good memory,
great acquisition" said the lawyer.
Before you go any further, Mr..
Gimp, ! must introduce you to my
friend-the only friend | have in the
world-Mr. Richard Drummond. Dick,
Mr.. Gimp, an old friend of the
family" Nt
Charmed. I'm sure to make Mr..
Drummond's acquaintance, said the
little man. "And now, Mr.. Frob-
isher," resumed the lawyer, putting
on his business air, and looking at the
young man keenly, "if your memory
carries you back so far, may / ask
when AMI where you recollect having
seen me beforep"
cat chenies, my fathers old
house." f.
True--very true. l was often
there. Do you recollect any peculiar
ity in connection with the drawing
room at Chenies9"
"Let me think. Do you refer 10 the
hiding-placc in the chimney that was
one day discovered accidentally by my
father?'
81 do. One more question. Can you
tell me the name of tina lady who was
governess to your sisterP"
"You mean Miss JukesP"
II do"
"Nliss Jukes, whom one day caught
you kissing in the shrubbery."
"Fie! Mr.. Gimp, fel'' called out Dick
from the fireplace. The kettle had
boiled at last, and he was making tea.
"Eh, eh. Confound it! l had quite
forgotten that little incident" answered
the lawyer as he blew his nose in some
confusion.
"You gave me half-a-crown not to
tell" went on Frank. "And next day
you advised my father to send me away
TO school,"
II did, did. Dear me! what half.
forgotten memories your words bring
back. You must be your fathers son,
Mr.. Frobisher May 1 ask whether you
have any family documents in your pos
session?m
II have a heap Of old letters and
papers in box in the next room. But
why do you ask all these auestions?'
"With your leave, will examine the
papers in question tomorrow, and not
keep the news of your good fortune from
you any longer"
"The news of my good fortune!" ex.
claimed Frank, while a sudden flush
mounted TO his forehead. Dick, with
the gridiron in his hand, turned his
head to listen.
"Do you remember your uncle, Mr..
Timothy Askew?" asked Mr.. Gimp
with most provoking GOODNESS.
mir. Askew was my fathers half.
brother. have often heard my moth
er speak Of him, but | never saw him. "
"Mr. Askew went to India when
quite young man. He remained there
thirty years, and was on his voyage
home when he died. He had made his
will five years previously and deposited
. it with his bankers. BY that will, you
are declared Mr.. Askew's sole heir and
legatee. Your income will be some.
thing like eight thousand year; and
congratulate you very sincerely on yom
good fortune"
For moment or two Frank could
not speak. 81 my uncle's heir-thC
heir of man who never even saw mel
he exclaimed at last. Eight thousand
year!'
Enter the fairy godmother dis
guised rs an elderly lawyer" mur
INJURED Dick to himself. "Frank will
hardly care about bloater to his teI
now. Pork sausages at eleven pence /
pound would hardly be good enough.
Mr.. Gimp took snuff vigorously.
at seems like dream. / can hard
ly believe it true" said Frank after ,
pause.
"But for all that, it is perfectly
true" responded the lawyer with
smile. "Waylands-A very pretty lii
tie place in Surrey, which Mr.. Askev
never lived TO inhabit-will now owl
you for its master. But we can go in
to'all needful details tomorrow.
at seems incredible like tale ou
Of the arabian Nights" How Ion!
has my uncle been deadP"
"Six months. He died fortnight
after leaving Calcutta. A pretty jol
I've had TO hunt you up, Mr.. Frobisher
Who would expect TO find the heir L
eight thousand year in garret il
Sohop"
Dick took up his hat and crossed thu
room. ~ never believed in rich unclel
from India till today he said. "I'v,
seen more than one of them on th,
stage; but / never heard of one in rea
life I'LL this affarnnon Franz old fol