Mexico weekly ledger., 1889-03-07

gnowleasc CT nay s.ralrs,' he said. .It
would be no Use 10 ask YOU. IL o hold
the papers yea speak of they may have
told YOU scmeth ng, but / refuse to believe
they could possibly 10 what you intimate
throw .ne out of the fortune. / should
certaiuly make Il fight for it if such papers
canie up, but | don't believe in them. Tell
HE plainly what you are after-to palm of
something of that sort on me for 4 eonsid-
eraticnE'
Nov. boss. as q man Of honor, you'd
never want TO 3 0 any thing of 'em, you
know. Taln't needful that YOU xhentd believe
in lem. MY friends in no great hurry, an
you kin take your own time TO think what
you'd like TO do fur him, but I'm out o.
work Jest now an I'd kind o. like TO con.
slider myself under hire to You"
"Were you speaking for your friend or
yourself when you made me your first offer
or Bergman's account"
Red Tom grinned. Il reckon either OF
us 'ud be good fur a job o that kind. Tel
you. boss. it IL be worth your while to take
me up. You kin give me a retainin' fee
not here, I'll go outside with you. Then, If
you wants me, you have only TO send a let
ter in care of Mike Maloney, at this 'ere
hotel"
ssYou don't suppose l nave much money
GDtuG mt vi q up VI titA5 AAAAtk Wv NSeA
Here is a ten-dollar bill-you are welcome
to it. You shall hear from me if I ever
have need of YOU
IAN right, boss. When kin l have your
answer for my friend!'
when I see you again. Tell your friend
not to build very hlgh. | may not care to
make terms with him.
There was a visitor awaiting Mr.. Childer
when he reached ms home AZ q somewhat
later hour-a visitor whom Carol had been
entertaining. though she did not like the
task.
Hello, Childer; you take four time to
getting around after business is over, it
strikes me. Miss Carol tells me you have
been playing the Good Samaritan, waiting
on the sick. New role for you, isn't it,
Looks as If it hadn' agreed with you,
ether
II had u long walk after leaving Carol
business. Is dinner waiting, sis3''
Carol slipped away 10 see, hoping their
guest would not stay, but he did. He n
LYMAN appeared in the dining-room, chat
ting socially. The latter had got rid of his
| annoyance at first seeing lngot, and exerted
himself to be the agreeable host.
They went into Lyman's room to enjoy a
cigar when the meal was over.
s'Cozy little crib,' remarked Ingot. you
| have things free and easy here, but / sup
pose you'll be changing your style of living
now, and 60 for the high-and-mighty, more
in the Eyerleigh style"
II shall not make any change, for q time,
at least"
.sWell, l think that's the sensible plan.
There's many a Slip and dead folks are
sometimes as contrary as living ones
| found to have changed their minds at the
Il la1f minute Nprl1, a fc1ipu AFRO SpttipH mast
any chance for that. aren't theya By the
way, was it this relative Of yours who SO
lately shuf1Ied off the mortal coil who left q
clear quarter of q million to his native State
sout of regard for the laws which had pro-
tected him and his property for sixty odd
yearss'"
1.-THE same. But his lawyer advises US to
be satisfied with what we have received
rather than to contest the will"
fsHemi HeAgets a slice under it, / sup
| pose. But it's better than being left out al
together. No chance for the Everleigh in
that case, eh!'
81 don't know that there is a chance as
! it is"
The moodiness which had been banished
from Lyman's brow clouded it again. He
was thinking of that afternoon visit to the
wounded ex-messenger, and of Miss Ever
lelgh's u~ndisguised interest in the latter.
Ingot seemed to divine his thoughts.
"Oh, you're safe enough if You don't let
| Bergman cut you out. By the way, it's
lucky for you took a notion to your sister
| Carol instead of the charming Althea.
Without being vain, l may say that 1 could
block your little game there if I wished 1t
suits me very well as it is
Was there any thing hidden under the
words to make Lyman Childer study him
furtively and uneasilyi The book keeper
was apparently unconscious of his scru-
tiny.
~ I did not know l had burned Farra-
kcr's letter TO the last scrap, l should fear
he had an inkling Of that NATTER" thought
Lyman. 81 wouldn't like him to get a hold
on me-"