The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-07-09
STATE JOURNAL TUESDAY EVENING, JULY s, 1888
boobies LEGACY.


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.
"The Temple, ". G. 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 e.
oOO!'' she cried in an Lean t. believe-it
tone. 81 shouldn't have dreamed of such
a thing"
"Suppose you should, Mrs. Doodle,
''what then?'' returned the elated Mr..
Doodle waving the letter in his wife's
face. Suppose you'd dreamed he hadn't?
Take some dreams to unwrite this letter,
wouldn't it? 1t would take a pretty pow
erful dream that could unmake poor old
Dicks will, ehP'' Here thought struck
him. "By .Jovel Wonder if they'll charge
me six and eightpence for sending me the
information? 1 shan't pay it. It'll have
to come out of the estate. :"
Mrs. Doodle often told her husband he
was a very mean man. He was. "But
why has he left you 81 0O0?'' she persisted.
60 Mrs. Boodle,' returned Mr.. B., with
that 1oftiness of manner which an unex-
pected legacy often leads man to assume,
"Mr. McConomy is dead. If ever I meet
him and remember your question, I'll
ask him. If you are about, III let you
know what he says. just tap the window,
will you? Here's my bus
"You needn't get on your high horse,
Benjamin, if you have had legacy left
you,'' retorted Mrs. B., moving to the
window.
mot going to, my dear. prefer to
sit next the driver" And Mr.. Doodle
crammed his hat upon his head and rushed
from the room.
An hour later a 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 release2 If Mrs. 3. 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 300. 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 home to await the
clerk. He came with another double
knock. Apparently a lawyers clerk. Sus-
picious, wonder if she'll kick me look
about him-suggestive of long practice of
the art of writ serving. Popular belief
that writ servers get more kicks than half
pence. 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 a very jubilant state of mind. She
| saw large possibilities in the legacy. She
sent Mary Jane to the news agents for all
the fashion periodicals, read them, and
| meditated upon the material of the first
dress.
Decided upon green velvet trimmed with
| gold braid. Bonnet to match. Sent Mary
Jane for patterns, and decided upon the
| shade. Meditated as to the most effectual
way of wheeling the necessary cash out OF
Mr.. Doodle. Meditation disturbed by
| sound of latchkey in front door. Mr..
Doodle had returned.
Mrs. Doodle prepared to wheedle.
ooh, Benjamin! 1 was SO glad the leg
acy was all right
Mr.. Doodle glared at the wheedler. He
did not speak, He could not Something
too heavy for present utterance weighed
down his soul
''Did you find out why Mr.. McConomy
left you the money!" continued the lady.
Mr.. Doodle uttered big D.
"No, ma am, - he yelled, 81 did not"
''I am not deaf, Mr.. Doodle, - said Mrs
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
green dress trimmed with gold braid ant
the bonnet to match faded from her vision
"What!' che gasped. 'Isn't he dead?"
"DeadP' roared Mr.. Doodle. ''Do I lool
a likely subject to invite ghost to din
ner? Is there any medium about me? D'y
see any spiritualist in my eyer The 1egac
is a disgraceful hoax, Mrs. Doodle. Nc
economy will be here directly, and weir
going to make the perpetrator sit up-si
up, Mrs. Boodle.''
''But this telegram Surely this isn't
hoax"
''What! Get Fred to give open chez
e1O0. YOu don't mean to say-Mrs
Doodle what does this mean?''
Erred gave me the check, and I gave
to the clerk-the man you sent
Mr.. Boobies face turned a 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 a stout bot
tie. 'Sent! When they sent you to TIL
sphere they sent stupid, brainless idior
Mrs. Doodle! Mol This telegram isn't
hoax. It's dol A d. tell you'll :
d-n-d-nP'-
Mr.. Doodle concluded his remarks
the street, whittier he had gone en- rot1t
for the nearest telegraph office He wire
to Fred's bankers. Alasl He was too lat,
The check had been cashed some hours
and the only consolation poor swindle
Mr.. Doodle ever got was that he woul