The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-03-31

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Lincoln's Inn Fields.
As he burst into the Office a carefully
dressed old gentleman wearing pair
Of gold-rirnmed glasses stepped forward
to greet him. This he did by nearly
shaking his arm off.
why, my dear George" he cried,
''how glad am to see yoa. We
have been advertising fer you all
over the country. How is it you
haven't seen our advertisement be-
fore?"
81 have been at sea-" said the Wis
itor, with smile, ''in fishing
smack"
"sea-fah:ng smack gasped the
lawyer. You, Georgel Is it posi-
ble?"
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,
my boy" lie said. Your uncle is
dead"
Dead" repeated George Neal, sad
| ly. And we parted in anger merely
because refused to follow the profess
sion be ha chosen for me-"
'If we thought oftsno@ Of the king
Of terrors there would be fewer quar-
rels, s@ia the lawyer. / in X; but he,
too, was sorry, George, though when
you hear TIE rest you may think he
took rather an odd way of showing it.
"Tou know, OF course, / was the
person neost trusted by your uncle
Besides being his conf .eatial adviser
1 was also his f.ic1d. Well, as soon as
You left l was called in to draw up a
fresh viii
at first, my dear hoy, he wavered
between leaving his m9ncy to home
for cots and the founGins Of a colony
for reformed picl1poekcts. r hcse mad
projects, however, soon evaporated,
and, subject to one condition, he made
his property over to you"
With curious expression on his sun
burnt face the young man looked up.
"And chat condition." he said.
Excuse me moment" said Mr..
Furness, looking at his watch. Il ex-
pect a lady here presently; let US step
into my private room"
The lawyer led the way, and in the
privacy Of this apartment they both
sat down again.
"And that condition." said George
Neal, firmly.
Now, my dear boy" said the law
yer, don't fire up You have had your
way; let the dead man have his. You
would not let him choose you your pro-
fession, but he would find you some
thing so he found you wife.
'ln come little miserable seaport on
the east coast your uncle had what
nearly every successful man has now
alaya-a poor relation. 1t came to his
knowledge that this poor relation had
died and left daughter. This was
quite enough for your uncle, and he
made it a requisite condition that you
marry her.
The lady's name is
"Stop!' With his face expressing all
the bitterness he felt, the young man
rose.
Before you continue" said Mr.. Fur.
ness, hurriedly, "allow me to say
word. | have confidence in you as a
gentleman, George, but put you on
your guard The lady is here"
There was a knock and the door was
gently opened. The clerk came first;
then the lawyer, with old-fashioned
courtesy, fastened forward to intercept
the visitor. He took her hand and led
her over the threshold.
miss Kate Perry" he said; ''and
this, my dear young lady, is Mr. George
Neal!"
All the blood that was in Meals body
rushed to his face. He stood grasping
at the back of his chair, unable to ut
ter word.
Then the little hand that the lawyer
held started tremblings so violently that
it attracted Mr.. Furness' attention, and
he hastily led her to a chair. Next he
slyly examined the pair of them.
ut is possible" he said, that my
introduction comes trifle late AMI
wrong in this surmise?"
81 = l." stammered Kate. "Mr.
Smith" then she stopped, blushing
deeply.
''Smith?" said the lawyer, mystifed.
Smith? 1t is a well known name,
but cannot say that up to the present
have heard it in connectlo1> with this
case"
at last George Meals tongue was I'M
tied and he fastened to the rescue.
II have met this young lady before"
he said, under very singular eircu1h-
stances; we now meet under circupi-
stances stranger stll. An explanation
is due to her, and, if you will give me a
little time to explain"
Certain ~, certainly" said Mr.. Fur
ness, rubbing his hands. Take all the
time you require. an quite content to
let Cupid take my place as mediator"
and with beaming face, he bowed
himself out.
If the old lawyers clerk had any oe-
sire to look into that room after his
master had left it, he was disappointed.
Mr.. Furness' eye never left him for a
moment
When it seemed to the despairing
clerk that the best part of the day had
gone Mr. Furness went back to his
strangely-met visitors His ewes fell