The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-12-18


II.
Eight weeks later the young man, bronzed
and hearty, stood on Yarmouth quay. His
sea rig mad given place 30 decent suit of
clothes, and he seemed bordering which way
to go.
At last ne wandered away to the sea-
shore. Deep In thought, he strolled on by
the edge of the white-crested breakers till
he came to the Danes. Finding spot where
pale, blue violets lay low among the sea
grass, he flung himself down and pulled out
an envelope.
1t contained postoffice order wrapped In
sheet OF notepaper. and on this was writ
ten, Katherine Perry" The amount was
the sum due to him on his pay card.
lie had been to the house but found her
gone. Yet here was his money left by her
in this form.
What mystery was this? He lay back In
the sun and tried to solve 1t, but no solu-
ton came, and with the murmur of the sea
in his ears he romanticHlly kissed the order.
Then he rose and walked back.
On his homeward path he stopped to buy
q morning paper. They were but lust in.
and the news vendor was smoothing them
out. Suddenly he caught his breath. His
gaze was riveted on an advertisement that
read thus:
~ FORGE NEAL Is earnestly requested to
VI communicate with Messrs. Furness &
Wapp, solicitors Lincoln's Inn Fields when he
will hear OF something to his advantage. Any
person knowing of the whereabouts of the said
q. N. and communicating the same to the
above firm. will be suitably rewarded
Before noon that day john Smith had
shaken the dust of Yarmouth from his feet.
and was on his way to London At LIVER
pool street he hailed hanson, end was
driven to the Office of Messrs. Furness &
Wspp, solicitors. Lin ooln's Inn Fields.
As he burst into the Office carefully
dressed gentleman wearing pair of gold
trimmed glasses stepped forward to greet
him. This he did by nearly shaking his
arm of.
"Why, my dear George" he cried, show
glad l am to see you. We have been ad ver-
Using for you all over the country. How is
it you haven't seen our advertisement be-
foreP
81 have been at sea-" said the visitor.
with smile, "on fishing smack"
Sea fishing smack" gasped the lawyer.
''You Georgel Is it possibe'
In few words the young man told his
tale. The old solicitor listened with much
interest; then his face grew grave.
$50 you have not heard the news, nv
boy," he said. "Your uncle is dead"
dead p repeated George Neal sadly, land
we parted in anger merely because | re-
fused to follow the profession he had chosen
for me-"
"If we thought oftener OF the King OF
Terrors there would be fewer quarrels, :"
said the lawyer, kindly, "but he, too. was
sorry, George, though when you hear the
rest you may think he took rather an odd
way of showing it.
''You know, of course, / was the persol a
most trusted by your uncle; besides bein q
his confidential adviser was also his friend.
Well, as soon as you left l was called In to
draw up fresh will.
"At first, my dear boy, he wavered De-
tween leaving his money to home for CO ,ts
aud the founding Of colony for reform ed
pickpockets These mad projects, howev er,
soon evaporated, and, subject to one on
dition he made his property over to VIC H. "
With curious expression on his sunbu rnt
face, the young man looked up. And Ihat
conditionp he said.
"Excuse me a moment said Mr. Fur
ness, looking at his watch. Il expe CT a
lady here presently; let us step int o my
private ROOM"
The lawyer led the WY, and In tho priv
acy OF this apartment they both sat3 down
again.
And that condition." said George Neal
firmly.
snow, my dear boy" said the lawyer,
don't fire up. You have had your way
let the dead man have bis. You would not
let him choose you your profession, but he
would find you something, so be found you
wife.
''In some little miserable seaport on the
east coast your uncle had what ne arly every
successful man has nowadays-a poor re la
ton. 1t came to bis knowledge that this
poor relation had died and left "a daughter
This was quite enough for your uncle, and
he made it requisite condition. that you
marry her.
1.-THE lady's name is"
"-topl" With his face expressing all the
bitterness he felt, the young man rose
III.