Daily Republican., 1888-04-10
xoLD IN a DREAM.

as Julian Blair gave utterance to this
exclamation he brought his hand down
upon his desk with tremendous force.
The young man in his excitement rose
from his chair and paced the floor of
his office.
~ made fool Of myself" he said.
bitterly. Here l am, q young law
yer. without practice, In little coun.
try town, and with no hope OF better.
ing my condition. Instead Of waitingl
patiently for something TO turn up /
have had the audacity TO fall In loveI
with the wealthiest heiress In the |
place, and tonight I forever disgrsced
myself by asking her to marry me.
Tomorrow am To see her father.
There can be but one result. Mr..
Howard is q millionaire. He will ask
me about my property and prospects.
Well, l have about s. in my pocket
aud owe $500. The old gentleman
will regard me as fortune hunter
and request me 10 discontinue my
vista. Yet, the Lord knows / love
Alice, and | would devote my life to
her."
Blair looked around the office and
took survey Of his scanty possessions.
A few articles OF furniture, and per-
haps hundred law books-this was
all. He sat alone until the town clock
struck the hour OF midnight, and then
retired TO his chamber adjoining his
office, and made an attempt TO sleep
off his trouble.
In the course of the night a strange
thing occurred. Just how II happened
he did not understand. but he had q
late visitor, who introduced himself as
O lawyer from London. ...
The stranger made profuse apologies
for his untimely visit.
"Mr. Blair" he said, "I will not
detain you with any preliminaries.
, You are the heir to the estate of John
Blair, one OF your uncles who ran
away from home when q mere boy
and settled In Liverpool. Your uncle
was remarkably lucky. He found
friends. went into business and In the
course Of time made fortune. He
died month ago and left you $780,
OOO."
Julian proceeded to ask for further
: information, but the London lawyer
pleasantly remarked that good news
i would keep.
al must leave In half an hour for
New York" he said. ''but you may
expect me back in a week or 80. and
+. then the necessary arrangements will
, be completed for placing you In pos
session of your inheritance.
With this the strange visitor van
shed. and Julian Blair, as he raised
himself on his elbow and looked about
the room, asked himself whether he
was awake or dreaming.
| A sudden drowsiness overcame him,
and when he again opened his eyes |,
was morning. WAS 1t dreams' he
cried. as he dressed himself. "No, it
is impossible. There is the chair the
man sat ln. remember his features
distinctly, and every word he said,
and even the tones of his voice
, Thank Godi It was no vision; 1t was
reality"
Julian found, after making his toi-
let, that he was still a little feyerish,
with q strange fullness in his head,
but a glance at the mirror showed that
he was looking unusually well.
! One thing startled him not little
in the course of tie morning. Alter
a brief interview with one OF the
bankers of the town, he walked out on
the street with $500 in his pocket.
A sudden doubt struck him as he
reached the sidewalk. Had he made
a mistake ia telling the banker of his
good fortune7 If the whole thing was
only dream, as he sometimes sus
, pected, he had done very bad thing
4 "PshaWl" he said to himself, "a
am sick aud nervous. How can 1t bt
a dreamf"
i By degrees his confidence was re
tstored, and later in the day when hi
saw Mr.. Howard, his manner wa,
well calculated to impress the million
Iairc. He told the story OF his legacy,
and the rich man took him by the
hand and told him that no man In the
| world would suit him better as son
in law.
4 A week passed away delightfully."-
Blair found himself the lion of the
town, but he spent most of his leisure
tiae with his aflianced.
! One morning the young lawyer
arose, cool and clear headed without q
trace of fever. He looked back upon
the events of the past week in amaze
.ment. He no longer had any belle
in the visit of the man from London
1t was dream and nothing else.
II am in disgraceful fixl" hi
lgroaned. II have lied to Mr.. How
~ ri and IN lfoa -
/ money under false prctences. Nothing
will ever convince people that l an
mot q swindler."
u As the days rolled on Julian grew
thin and pale. He could not brins
} himself to the point of a confession Il
. Mr.. Howard and Alice. Then, too
some Of his obligations were coming
, due. There was apparently no wa,
, out of the trouble. The thought o
. suicide took possession of his mind
/, and he began to nerve himself Tor tn
i deed.
Al The card in Julian's hand bore tn
t address OF Henry Morley, solicitor
1 Middle Temple, London, and as tn
Q owner of the card was ushered Int
the office the young lawyer locked o
!. him in blank surprise.
! 1t did not take long for Mr.. Morle
Ito state his business.
5 my young iriend," he said, rathe
Q pompously, "it is genuine pleasur
t to me to be the bearer of good tidings
a l have been two weeks in the countr,
looking you up. Your uncle, Johl
y Blair, died recently in Liverpool
; where he left large estate, and Their
Y Ia a cool &lnn. 600 for Ynu.n