The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-02-28

"A u law of Number Onety-
one. Rcnfield-st, Glas-
gov.
The uucstioncr was a young man OF
some twenty four or twenty-five years
of age, fairly we'll dressed. and pos
sessing a tolerably good-looking race
His eyes were, perhaps. Il trif1e small
and those who pretended to some skill
as physiognomists asserted that an ex-
preston of desperate cunning lurked
about his thin lips; but to the majority
of people. who, so long as race mas
it's normal complement of features. and
does not exhibit any striking tendency
to vice, are not over-particular about
the article. MI Edward Grabber's
countenance was satisfactory enough.
Yes, there could be no doubt about 1t
his grabbed, gripping old uncle had
gone at last. Glasgow would know his
bent and twisted form no more; his
haggling and scraping and saving were
over.
But what about the will?"
Mr.. Grabber placed his stick upon
the floor, and rubbed his hands expect
antly.
"Oh, the willis all right The whole
of the property is divided equally be-
tween you"
Equally"
Equally"
That's hardly fair" Edward grum-
bled. II was always the favorite, and
took more after him-much more.
And 1t doesn't seem right that Harry.
who was always a spendthrift, should
have as much as I. Does 1t, now? Are
you quite sure that there's no little
extra present for me?'
quite"
so far"-Nr. Weasel spoke slowly
"the will is all right, but"
But what?" Edward cried, with a
start.
There isn't much to leave"
mot much to leave! What do you
mean?"
Mr.. Grabbers cheeks grew very pale,
and he was now terribly agitated.
Nothing like what l expected. At
the most you won't have more than
$500 year each."
Edward sprang from his seat.
You are mad" he cried.
II thought so when first went over
your uncle's documents" Mr.. Weasel
quietly replied.
'Three hundred year! Why,
thought that it would be three thou
sand at least. And what's to be done
with that hole in North Hanover-st"
THE furniture has been sold"
Sold! always regarded that as my
own"
Everything has been carefully ex.
amined," Mr.. Weasel answered with a
smile. "Have no anxiety on that score
None of your uncle's money has got
into other hands.
n Whn ic n have tho n1apao''
We'll, that you are to settle between
yourselves. They won't quarrel ovel
it, your uncle said. Harry wouldn't
live in it for IA pension. There's
scarcely Il soul living who would-eX.
cept myself and Edward"
The place is good enough for sin.
gle man who doesn't go in for show,
Edward cried, briskly. "I'll take it
you can tell Harry. l shall live ther,
till I'm married.
"Married?" Mr.. Weasel elevated hi.
gray eyebrows. Astounding extrava
Cancel"
Mr. Grabber 'grinned.
"I'm going to marry Donald Ora
hams daughter-Donald Graham O.
Ayr, you know"
"Ho, ho!" Mr.. Weasel chuckled
that's it. is it? Money!
"A thousand down and she's an onl!
child. See?"
Edward dug his stick into Mr.. Wea
sells ribs and exhibited his teeth TO
fully three minutes.
You're a wonderful fellow" MI
Weasel declared; you'll die a ricl
man."
II mean to-" and from his manne
IL was impossible to doubt that MI
Edward Grabber was thoroughly IL
earnest.
But this is a sad blow" he went on
dropping his playful manner; "it'
Observation-Disclosures what it is. How
ever, I'll run across to the house Il
Hanover street and have a good lool
around"
"The furniture has gone" Mr.. Wease
reminded him.
I'VE don't always hide money in fur
niture," answered Edward. with leel
Perhaps" the man of law solilo
quized, as he listened to his client
descending footsteps, you'll be as dis
appointed about your marriage as yo
have been in the matter of your uncle
wealth. If what hear be true, prett
Hilda Graham prefers the racket
Harry to the sedate and economizin
Edward"
For many hours he remained in tn
deserted house, peering into dirty corn
ers and raising loose boards At engt
his sxertions and his perseverance wer
rewarded In dirty, torn, old pocket
book, which had fallen among tn
ashes, he discovered a men,orapdur
to'the effect that a secret drawer in hi
uncle's writing desk contained S25(
in notes. As he read the lines he ut
tered a cry of despair and rage. Th
writing desk had been sold, and poss
bly, the wealth had become the propert
of a stranger.