Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-11-13
A DREAM COME TRUE.

Blair looked around the office and took
survey of his soanty possessions. A few
articles of furniture and perhaps 100 law
books-this was all.
"It will be useless, he said, 'to tell a
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 time he was wide awake.
His eyes burned and his brain was in
whirl At last he fell into feyerish and
disturbed slumber.
In the course of the night a strange
thing occurred. Just how it happened he
did not understand, but he had a late Wis
itor, who introduced himself as Awyer
from London.
The stranger made profuse apologies for
his untimely visit.
"Mr Blair" he said, II will not detain
you with any preljminaries You are the
heir to the estate Of John Blair one of
your rnCles who ran away from home
when mere boy and settled in Liverpool.
Your uncle was remarkably lucky. Ho
found friends, went into business and in
the course of time made a fortune. He
died Il month ago and left you 5000, 0oG. -
Julian proceeded to ask for further in
formation, but the London lawyer pleas
antly remarked that good news would
keep.
Il must leave in half an hour for New
York." he said, "but you may expect me
in week or so, and then the necessary
arrangements will be completed for plac-
ing you in possession of your Inheritance
With this the stranger vanished, and
Julian Blair, us he raised himself on his
elbow and looked about the room, asked
himself whether he was awake or dream
ing.
A sudden drowsiness ovcrcame him, and
when he again opened his eyes it WIS
morning
"Was it drean,?' he cried as he dressed
himself "No. 1t is impossible. There
is the chair the man sat in. l remember
| his features distinctly and every word he
said and even the tone of his voice.
Thank God, it was no visionl 1t was a
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 well.
| One thing startled him not little in
| the course of the morning. After brief
interview with one of the bankers of the
| town he walked out on the street with
! $500 In his pocket
A sudden doubt struck him as he reach
ed the sidewalk. Had he made mistake
in telling the banker of his good fortune?
If the whole thing was only dream, as
he sometimes suspected, he had done a
| very bad thing.
"Pshaw," he said to himself, II am
sick and nervousl How can 1t be u
! 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 son-in law.
A week passed away delightfully."-. Blair
| found himself the lion of the town, but he
spent most of his leisure tina with his
ai1ianced.
One morning the young lawyer arose.
oool and clear headed, without IL trace of
fever He looked back upon the events of
the past week in alnazement. He no lon
ger had any belief in the visit of the man
from London. 1t was dream and moth
ing else.
81 am in a disgraoeful flx!" he groaned
II have lied to Mr.. Howard and to Alice
have borrowed money under false pre-
lenses. Nothing will ever convince people
that am not swindler."
The card in .Julians 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 pomp-
ously, sit is a genuine pleasure to me to
be the bearer of good tidings. l have been
two weeks in the country looking you up.
Your uncle John Blair, died recently in
Liverpool, where he left a large estate, and
there is half a million for you"
| SIS it another dream?" whispered Ju-
liam.
II don't understand" said the English
man, somewhat mystif1ed. "This is no
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 your" asked Julian.
Certainly not" replied the visitor.
II have just found you, and it was no
easy matter, can tell you"
GAN of this is very hard for me to be-
lieve," replied Julian, land it will take
time to convince me of its reality"
swell, money ought to be tangible
enough" said the lawyer IF you feel
like drawing for few thousand now, I'll
arrange it for you"
Such proposition was not to be refused
and in the course of the day Julian had
$4,000 to his credit in the bank.
And then he broke down under the
strain.
For long weeks he lay either uncon-
scious or deliriouG, and the watchers by
his bedside wondered at his talk.
Ellis good luck has turned his brain for
the time" said old Mr. Howard.
And this was the view people took of the
case. The sober business men Of the town
refused to believe that penniless young