The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1895-08-29
boobies LEGACY.

Mr.. Benjamin Doodle sat at breakfast.
ting. No chickens Were Matched, although
several eggshells were empty
While munching the matutinal meal
Mr.. Doodle received letter.
'Listen to this" he cried excitedly
ssThe Temple, W. C. Dear Strive beg to
inform you that our late client, Mr.. Rich
ard McConomy, has bequeathed to you the
sum of 81, 900. Be good enough to call at
your earliest convenience. Yours very
truly, Sharpe & Steele"
Mrs. Doodle overset her coffee cup in
her excitement. Never before had such
unexpected fortune visited the modest
abode of the Boobies.
''Mr. McConomy dead and left you e1,-
DOOR, she cried in an I-can't -believe-it
tone. 81 shouldn't have dreamed of such
a thing"
Suppose you should, Mrs. Doodle,
sswhat them" returned the elated Mr..
Doodle, waving the letter in his wifes
face Suppose you'd dreamed he hadn't?
Take some dreams to unwrite this 1etter,
wouldn't it? 1t would take pretty pow
erful dream that could unmake poor old
Dicks will, eh?' Here thought struck
him "By Jovel Wonder if they'll charge
me six and eightpenee for sending me the
information? I shan't pay it. Itl have
to come out of the estate.''
Mrs Doodle often told her husband he
was n very mean man. He was But
why has he left you 81 ,000?'' She persisted
MRS Bootile," returned MIR. b., with
that IoftineSs of manner which an uneX-
pected legacy often leads q man to assume,
"Mr. McConomy is dead. If ever | meet
him and remember your question, I'll
ask him. If you are about, I'll let you
know what he says. Just tap the window,
will you? Here's my bus"
'tYou needn't get on your high horse
| Benjamin, if you have had legacy left
| YOU" retorted Mrs. B., moving to the
window.
''Not going to, my dear. I prefer to
sit next the driver And Mr.. Boodlo
| crammed his hat upon his head and rushed
| from the ROOM
An hour later double knock on the
| street door disturbed Mrs. Doodle while
building several pretty airy castles on the
| legacy.
"a telegram, ma am, " said Mary Jane.
| Mrs. Doodle tore open the envelope with
| eager, trembling fingers. Married ladies
| invariably open kilograms with eager,
| trembling fingers. Query: Do they expect
news of happy release? If Mrs b. cher
| ished any such expectation, she was disap-
| pointed. The telegram was from Mr.. B.
| LEGACY all right; left checkbook at
| home; duty to pay; get Fred to give open
| check 9100 Clerk will call for it. B. b. -
| Mrs. Doodle took the telegram to her
| husbands brother Fred. He obliged with
| the open check.
| Mrs. B. returned homo to await the
| clerk. He came with another double
| knock. Apparently n lawyers clerk. Sus-
| picious wonder if she'll kick mo look
| about him--suggestive of long practice OF
| the art of writ serving Popular belief
| that writ servers get more kicks than half
ponce Can't refute it, The clerk departed
with the check, and for this time, without
| the kicks.
Mrs Doodle sat down to the piano and
played ooh, Dem Golden Slippers" She
| was in very jubilant state of mind. She
| saw large possibilities in the legacy. She
| sent Mary Jane to the news agents for al
the fashion periodicals, read them, and
meditated upon the material of the first
| dress.
Decided upon green velvet trimmed witt
| gold braid. Bonnet to match. Sent Mary
| Jane for patterns, and decided upon the
| shade. Meditated as to the most cffectua
way of wheedling the necessary cash out O
Mr.. Doodle. Meditation disturbed by
sound of latchkoy in front door. Mr.
Doodle had returned.
|
''Oh, Benjamin! I was SO glad the leg
acy was all right
l. Mr.. Doodle glared at the wheedler. HI
did not speak. He could not. Something
too heavy for the present utterance weighed
down his soul.
Ibid you find out why Mr.. McConom.
left you the money!" continued the lady.
| Mr.. Doodle uttered big ID.
'tNo, ma am" he yelled, 81 did not. -
Mn .pid Nfrc
B. frigidly.
"Then hear this. - And Mr.. Boodl
shouted at the top of his voice, McCono
mys coming here to dine this evening"
Mrs. Doodle turned very pale. TIL
l green dress trimmed with gold braid an,
the bonnet to match faded from her vision
| "Whatr' she gasped. "Isn't he dead?"
''Deadl' reared Mr.. Doodle. ''Do I lool
| likely subject to invite a ghost to din
ner? Is there any medium about me? D'y
sec any spiritualist in my eye? The legac
| is O disgraceful hoax, Mrs. Doodle. Nc
economy will be here directly, and we'r
going to make the perpctrator sit up-si
up, Mrs. Doodle. -
'But this telegram2 Surely this isn't
hoax"
s'Whatl Get Fred to give open checl
2100. You don't mean to say-Mrs
Doodle, what docs this mean?'
Erred gave me the check, and I gave i
| to the clerk-tho man you sent.''
Mr.. Boobies face turned scarlet hue.
Never before had he been in such DANCE
of apoplexy. He tried to speak. His voca
apparatus hung fire like a gun charge
| with damp powder.
''Sent'' he yelled at last, the wor
shooting out like the cork of stout bot
tie. "Sent! When they sent you to thi
sphere they sent o stupid brainless idiot
| Mrs. Doodle! No! This telegram isn't
hoax. It's dol A do, / tell you'll 1
! d-n-d-ni"-
Mr. Doodle concluded his remarks i
the street, whittier he had gone en- rout
for the nearest telegraph office. He wire
| to Fred's bankers. Alas He was too late
The check had been cashed some hours
and the only consolation poor swindle
Mr.. Doodle ever got was that he woul
not be called upon to pay the six an
eightpence for the letter that worked hi
woe.-Exchange.
Substantial Evidence.