Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-03-29
TOLD IN A DREAM.

survey OF MS ScanUy possessions. "A rev
articles of furniture and perhaps 100 law
books--this was all.
1T will be useless" he said, to tell q
man like Mr.. Howard that will wait for
his daughter. He will simply show me
the door, and all will be over"
The young fellows frank and manly
face wore look of panied embarrassment.
He had taken leap in the dark and was
already regretting his hasty action.
The town clock struck the hour of mid
night, and Blair retired to his chamber
adjoining his office and made an attempt
to sleep off his trouble
For some timo he was wide awake. His
eyes burned and his brain was in whirl.
At last he fell into feverish and dis
turbed slumber.
thing occurred. Just how it happened he
did not understand, but he had late
visitor, who introduced himself as a law
yer from London.
The stranger made profuse apologies for
his untimely visit
"Mr. Blair" he said, II will not detain
you with any preliminaries. You are the
heir to the estate of John Blair, one of
your unclos who ran away from home
when a mere boy and settled in Liverpool.
Your uncle was remarkably lucky He
found friends, won't into business and IN
the course of time made fortune. He
died month ago and left you $500, 900.
Julian proceeded to ask for further in
formation, but the London lawyer pleas
antly remarked that good nows would
keep.
II must leave in half an hour for New
York" he said, "but you may expect me
in a week or SO, and then tho necessary
arrangements will be completed for plac-
ing you in possession of your inheritance :"
With this the stranger vanished, and
Julian Blair, as he raised himself on his
elbow and looked about the room asked
himself whether he was awake or dream
ing.
A sudden drowsness overcame him,
and when he again opened his eyes 1t was
morning.
WAS 1t dream" he cried as he
dressed himself mo; it is impossible
There is tho chair tho man sat in. re-
member his features distinctly, and every
word no said, and even the tone of his
voice. Thank God, 1t was no vision! 1t
was reality
Julian found after making his toilet
that he was still little feverish, with a
strange fullness in his head, but glance
at the mirror showed that he was looking
unusually we'll
One thing startled him not little in
the course Of the morning. After brief
interview with one of the bankers of the
4 <hn cfr l,
$500 in his pocket.
A sudden doubt struck him as he reached
the sidewalk Had he made mistake In
telling the banker of his good fortune? IT
the whole thing was only dream, as he
sometimes suspected he had done very
bad thing.
"Pshaw," he said to himself, II am
sick and ncrvous How can it be a dream?"
BY degrees his confidence was restored,
and later in the day, when he saw Mr..
Howard, his manner was we'll calculated
to impress the millionaire. He told the
story of his legacy and the rich man took
him by the hand and told him that no
man in the wide world would suit him
better as q son-in-law.
A week passed away delightfully."-. Blair
found himself the lion of the town, but he
spent most of his leisure time with his
affianced.
One morning the young lawyer arose,
cool and clear headed, without a trace OF
fever. He looked back upon tho events OF
the past week in amazement. Homo lon
ger had any belief in the visit of tho man
from London. 1t was dream and moth
ing else.
II am in a disgraceful fix!" he groaned.
II have lied to Mr., Howard and to Alice.
I have borrowed money under false pre-
lenses. Nothing will over convince people
that am not swindler.
The card in Julian's hand bore the ad-
dress of Henry Merely, solicitor, Middle
Temple, London, and as the owner of the
card was ushered into the Office the young
lawyer looked at him in blank surprise.
1t did not take long for Mr. Merely to
state his business
MY young friend" he said rather
pompously, lit is genuine pleasure to
me to be the bearer of good tidings. l
have been two weeks in the country look
ing you up. Your uncle John Blair, died
recently in Liverpool, where he left large
estate, and there is half million for you. :"
sis 1t another dreamy" whispered Jul
lian.
II don't understand" said the English
man, somewhat mystifled. This is nc
dream. 1t is business"
Then he went on In his matter OF fact
way to make everything clear.
"You have never called ON me before,
have yor?n asked Julian.
Certainly not" replied the visitor. u
have just found you, and it was no easy
matter, can tell you"
"All of this is very hard for me to be.
lieve, replied Julian, land 1t will take
time to convince me Of its reality"
well, money ought to DO tangible
enough said the lawyer. II you feel
like drawing for fow thousand now, III
arrange 1t for YOU
Such proposition was not to be re-
fused, and In the course Of the day Julian
had $40, 600 to his credit in the bank.
And then he broke down under The
strain.
For long weeks no lay either uncon
scious or delirious and tho watchers by
his bedside wondered at his talk.
Ellis good luck turned his brain for the
time" said old Mr.. Howard. M
And this was the view people took Of
tho case Tho sober business mon Of the
town refused to believe that a penniless
young man, with nothing to back hin
but a dream, had secured almost unlimit
| ed credit and rich heiress in the bargain
"Drsams don't pan out that way" sale
| one of them, and this was the genera
opinion.
But Julian, warned by tho tricks hi
Imagination had played him, lost no time
in obtaining his legacy and converting l,
into substantial Investments.
When this was done, he led sweet Alios
| Howard to the altar.
Ones he said to her that he was indebt
ed to dream for his greatest misery ani
his greatest happiness.
This was all that he could be induced
to say.