The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1890-08-21
sKOWHEGAN MAINE, THURSDAY NOON AUGUST 2I, 1896

| counting room. j am Roman Catholic
clergyman and | am instructed by
peniteut 10 make restitution to tn soDs
OF Jean Lefarge. 1t Is sum of money
taken from you years ago. OF course
] can answer no questions. Ny know
ledge is under the seal Of the confession.
al ! laughed, for remembered an old
drunken porter, discharged for pilferiDg.
| oh, father said, II its old Plpi let
him keep his little plumber He's had
hard time of 1t hear"
- 1t is not old Ppi,' said the priest.
Don't you remember, when your father
was alive, losing q hundred thousand
dollars1"
Is Poly heren and ] fairly jumped.
| You don't tell me- said, that Dick
| Endale has
The priest stopped me with wave Of
his hand. am entrusted to hand 20
one hundred and ffty-sx thousand dol
lars In this package, which you will please
to give me receipt for. Il am also in
structed TO say and you may rely &c is
trnth, :hat Richard Endale never took
the moneyiand has been grossly wroDged
In the matter. have discovered his lodg-
ing, and justice, or at least, amends, as
far as can be. will OF course be made him.
We took the money, of course. gave him
a receipt, and off he went, without leav-
ing his name. Now wasn't that queer?
The sh'pmaster thought it was.
1.-TWO things ! want TO do" said Ar
mand. lone Is TO hunt up poor old Dick
II he Is alive, as the priest thinks. and |
shall put personal In the papers that
ought to bring him. The other is to let
old Boullet have his share of The recov-
cred money. III have to wait for that,
for hear that he is very sick. 1t won't
make much difference to him. He's en-
inently rich
Il remember that old Boullet very
WELL" said Phil; "a sour old duffer he
was"
Very. He had a peculiar history
He was founding in Paris and had no
kin. He was self made and after he grew
| up, first one, and then another piece of
luck same to him. What will he do with
all his money? We might become his
heirs, or Poly here. might, for l wasn't
much Of fovori'e. played trick with
his snuff-box once and it's likely to cost
me something"
Uncle Phil retailed this conversation
to us at the dinner table that afternoon,
and 1t afforded US food for speculation.
AT the close of the dinner the evening
paper was brought In and father opened
it. 'Hellow he cried, "here's an an
nouncement of old Boullets death
jules Boullet, formerly one OF our es-
teemed French merchants, who died just
before the paper went to press"
Now We'll see II Hypolte Lefarge
gets legacy said Phil.
But there WAS such terribly wet wealth
er next day, and the day after that, as to
keep Phil, who hated muddy streets and
for sea-captian, had queer dislike to
wet weather, in the house. On the third
day it cleared up and Philip made his
way to the Lefarge countng-room.
Miss Tourie came to give her lesson
little while after he had gone She
was looking more radiant than usual and
when the lesson was over she fingered
around. At last she said to mother
Mrs. Craig. this was the last lesson
of the quarter"
Certainly" said my mother, land
here's your money, and | must express
my satisfaction with the way the girls
have got along. | am much obliged to
you "
1T isn't that" replied the teacher,
taking the money in a mechanical way.
you HI scceffs:: ss.TT Judgement in the
matter, | have selected very competent,
and deserving young lady whom | can
recommend in my place"
| Grace and Mary gave cry of dissent
~ only taught through necessity and
to maintain my father as well as myself
very poorly, too, for we have been living
in miserable tenement house on the
East side. That necessity has been re-
moved, or will be in few days. l shall
be in quite comfortable circumstances,
and when | send you my address | hope
you will let the girls visit me. | should
be glad to have you come Also"
| My mother congratulated her on her
improved condition and promised visit.
Miss Tourie cast uneasy glances around
and fingered some time longer. Then
hastily kissing the girls she departed.
Phil meanwhile had called at the Le-
FARCE counting-rU )m, where he found the
two brothers, evidently full of news.
well" he said. IAN to congratulate
one or both?"
mot very much" said Armand.
"There never WAS such an astonishing
will. Poly aud got only ten thousand
dollars apiece-'as token of regard for
their fathers as the will says. There
are legacies to the servants, and the
Church of the Esprit gets a hundred
thousand and then everything else goes
to-but you wouldn't guess in hundred
years-everything goes to Richard En-
dale"
Yes" observed Hypolite, land If
there was man whom Boullet hated IL
was Dick Endale. Why, they both court
ed the same woman aud Dick ran away
with her. She was the niece of old Men
doza, the Portuguese banker, and he was
so furious over the thing that he made
an ante. norton gift Of his entire prop
| &<,n D., ~ at,,Ir t. dpr
ing hisllifetime. That accounts partly
for Boullets enormous wealth. She was
the daughter of sister of Mendoza and
was Miss Tourie."
"Tourie" cried Philip.
| Eyes, she had daughter, Helen Toure
Endale, who looked good deal like her,
but not half 80 handsome. She used Of
ten to come here after her mother died
and go home with Dick"
"That is where have her." said Phil
| ip to himself
| When Philip got home he was told all
about the departure of Miss Toure. He
made no comment but looked thoughtful.
No one noticed that but me. | was an
unknown party to his secret.
A week or more passed. Philip began
to look pale and jaded, so much SO that
my father said philip, you want some
thing to do. You are just rusting"
II think So" said Phillip.
Just then came the postman's ring, and
in minute after a servant brought in a
letter. which Grace took.
"Oh." she cried, Its for Uncle Phil
and its from Miss Tourie,'
Phil snatched the letter and opened it.
He took from it card, which he exam
ined and then glanced at the letter His
cheeks flushed and his eyes sparkled. He
ran out In the hall, drew on his great
coat, put on his hat and rushed out of the
door.
"But, Uncle Phil" cried Oracle run
ming after him.
She was too late. He had gone. But
she came back waving paper in tri-
umph.
He dropped his letter, she said, land
It's SO funny,
Grace" cried her mother, I'm
ashamed Of you. Have you been mean
enough to read your uncle's letter."
| ut was just one word, mama"
"Well, simple word don't matter, but
close 1t up. Phillip, put an envelope ov-
er 1t and seal 1t to give 1t to your uncle.
There was only one word In it," said
Grace, soto voice to me, land that was
"Come ~ Thomas Dusn English.
Tho Cooling Effects Of Beer.
| Three men stood together on Monroe
avenue yesterday. All were sweating
and hopping. 1t was hot-awful hot.