Arizona weekly enterprise., 1890-09-06

calculaleU to place lHe ideuClty OI tue person carrying them beyond reasonable doubt. He also carefully destroyed every will that he had ever made, for he wished his nephew to inherit as much as possible. ''The greater tEc rise," he chuckled, ''the greater the i-ll. Up like a rocket, Jack, my boy, and down like a stick"
 When all these preparations were made Sir Toby quietly left his home in Fallow- land one day and did not return to it. His ostensible destination was the house | i'll Grosyenor square, but he passed the night at hotel and started the next | morning for Liverpool. In his red wig | and queerly cut clothes his own valet . would not have recognized him. At | Liverpool he took steerage passage for | New York, for he was q man who rather liked "roughing it. than otherwise, and, | once on the voyage, he began to feel that | half his plan was accomplished. But the 1 question as to how he was to prove his | own death bothered him considerably. |. The ship had not, however, been day at i sea before most remarkable and fortu- nate circumstance occurred.
 Sir Toby was light sleeper and was not very much at home in his uncomfOrt l able quarters, so the first night after leaving Queenstown he paced the deck for several hours. In the course of his nocturnal ramble he kept meeting a man whom he could not help noticing from the fact that he seemed desperately an1- ious to avoid his, Sir Toby's, observation. Some thief or forger bolting," thought Sir Toby, and he kept his eyes on the man from idle curiosity, and gradually fell to lodging about the deck and watched him closely. Presently the man, when he thought himself unobserved, did very strange thing; he took of his coat and laid it carefully on the deck. Then he glanced hurriedly round, mount ed the bulwarks, and leaped into the sea. One of the ships officers just caught sight of him as he disappeared, an alarm was quickly raised, and the engines were re- versed.
 No one had time to notice or to think of the coat; but Sir Toby always prided himself on his presence of mind. h. stantly he seized it, tore off his own coat, which contained the pocket book and the papers, laid it down on the deck and put on the coat left behind by the suicide. It was master stroke, a veritable in spiration, and Sir Toby retired to his berth knowing that the odds were at least a hundred to one against a rescue At his leisure he examined the pockets of the strangers garment; the only thing of importance it contained WAS a letter, apparently addressed to the dead mans wife. "As I thought said Sir Toby to himself, when he read it at leisure; 'or- dinary case of forgery, cannot live any longer-the usual bosh! l don't think Mrs. Bowston will ever get this letter. " And he burned it carefully, and night ! or two later took an opportunity Of throwing the coat itself overheard.
 Now l am really all right" he re- l fiected
 There was a great hue and cry in Lon | don when it was reported that Sir Toby Bunskin had actually disappeared. Half the detectives were employed to look for him, advertisements were inserted by the score, even placards were posted; no exertion, in fact, and no expense were spared to discover his whereabouts. But not the slightest result followed until the news arrived from America that Sir Toby had jumped from an Atlantic steamer and had, of course, been drowned, leaving behind him q coat, in the pocket of which was @ pocketbook containing cards and private papers, ob Tiously belonging to the unfortunate harOnet.
 It was nine days wonder; but as no- body cared a straw about Sir Toby when alive, people soon grew tired of speculat- ing as to the cause which had prompted the trash act" And as soon as certain necessary legal forlnalities had been com piled with, Jack Bunskin found himself Skr John Tobias Bunslin, Baronet, of Bunsl1in Hall and Grosvenor Square, and the possessor of a substantial rent roll and goodly sum of ready money. Now, it was not very likely that Jack shoule ieel any profound grief for his uncle The manner of the old mans death cer- tainly shocked him considerably, but the pleasures and duties of his new position speedily banished the unpleasant subject from his mind.
 He had, too, plenty of things to look after. His creditors, of course, came down upon him in hungry horde, and the amount of poet obits which he had to pay off was quite alarming. Moreover, he had no intention of leading the sober and quiet life that had suited his uncle He bought yacht, started a small rac- ing stud and began to dabble in city companies, all of which things demand 2 considerable amount of time and at tentiOn, not to mention money. So a couple of years passed.
 Jack, ill common parlance, went the pace to the best of his ability; got him. self elected NJ. P. for one of the divi- sions of Fallowland, and finally became engaged to Miss Hilda Grains, only
 daughter and heiress of the late Sir
 Joshua Grains, M. P, the well known
 brewer and millionaire. There was, oi course, a very grand wedding, and in due
 time the happy pair returned to London
 from prolonged honeymoon trip on the
 continent. When Jack had finished ex-
 alnining pile of letters and other docu-
 ments, he inquired of the family butler
 whether he had any special news to com
 municate, for that individual looked like man burdened with guilty secret. "It's my dooty to tell you, sir" said MT. Flaggon mysteriously, "as an ole
 gent as been calling here every day fol the last week, and says as he must set
 you"
 "Is that all?" queried Jack. ''No, sir-he says he's your uncle"
 My uncle! What d-d nonsense Why. the fellow must be lunatic or al impostor!'
 "Just so, sir; but we can't get rid ot him, and 1 didn't like to give the pool old idiot in charge"
 ''Quito right; next time he comes II see him."
 Oddly enough, half an hour afterwari the old gentleman returned, and Flaggo1
 promptly ushered him in
 Well, my man, said the new baronet "and what can 1 do for you:" ! Jack" said the stranger, 'do you , mean to say that you don't know me I'm your Uncle Toby-I am, indeed, anC , not q blessed soul recognizes me!7 Jack stared at his seedy visitor in as j tonishment His clothes were shabby
 and he wore a hang dog look; his fac, } was disfigurel in a most remarkabl fashion, and the small remnant of hai