The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1900-08-17

Mary took out her thin little purse
and found three quarters, three nick
els and dime, which she handed over
to Mr.. DOTH without a question.
I'D like to borrow a nickel of it for
car fare" she laughed nervously.
"You won't need it, Miss Howard"
said the lawyer politely.
Here are some papers, Mary" said
Mr.. Doan, handing her large packet.
"You won't unders. and them if you
look at them. so will merely tell you
that they are deeds to all the real
property I own and include the GER
tifcates Ct all the stocks in my pos
session. Indeed, everything is there
if you will look them over. They are
yours"
Mary, in a dazed fashion, opened the
packet, and the only thing she could
read was: "Know All Men By These
Presents, that for and in considera,.
ton of one dollar in hand to me paid"
etc., etc., and she didn't do a thing but
drop tie papers and begin to cry. Thu
lawyer discreetly got out Of the Of.
flee, and Mr.. Doan stepped over to
the window. The room was still ex.
cept for Mary's faint sniff'e, and the
twittering of a couple of sparrows on
the telegraph wire in front of the
window. The stiffness seemed to soothe
the pertur: ed spirit, and presently she
lifted her face from her wet hand
kerchief and glanced shyly up at Mr.
Doan. He lid not see her. She got up
and went over to him, sobbing little
yet.
mr.. 0oan," she said, putting out
her hand, only one hand, to him, lis it
true that you have given me every.
thing?"
Everything in the world I own,
Mary, and am poor as a church
mouse"
But Mr.. Doan-' she protested.
''Not a word," he broke in. IF IT.
hadn't been for you would have lost
it all by. leaving it to q lot of people
I don't like, and if you rave it know
it will be where it will do much good
Don't you ,.orry, my dtsr. l am not
SO old that can't hustle around and
make pretty good living yet. I can
do it q good deal better than you
can"
Mary looked: at him. and. again 1.-The.
tears filed her eyes.
"Mr. Doan," she said, IF were to
tell you that there was a younger
man I loved; one whom I had known
since was a little girl and who had
been waiting until he could earn
enough to make US comfortable, would
you st Il let me have this money?
Aren't you giving it to me because you
do not know this apd hope to win me
with it?"
Mr.. Doan choked a little. He had
not heard of this young man. Per-
haps if he had he would have been
less. generous. He might have given
him a position in his Office or helped
him along in some other way. It was
hardly necessary to impoverish him
self for the sake of lettin: the woman
he wanted sor his W e marry another
man. But Mr.. Doan had the right
kind of stuff in his makeup.
II don't know what you want to dc
with It, Mary, and r don't care" he
said bravely. what i want it to do
is to make you the happiest woman
in the world, and that will make me
feel it is where it will do the most
good. ALL ask is that when am too
old to work any longer you. will board
and lodge me at reduced rate and
give me = fair funeral"
Mr.. Doap laughed! at his joke, but
Mary did not. She put out both her
hands to him:
There. is no younger. man, Mr.
Doan." she said, '"and if you will have
me for your wife, you, may
Mr.. Doap acted ridiculloqsly. for q
man Of. his years. He. shouted and
made! a wild, grab Tor Mary.
"You bet, IL he began when she
broke sway from him and warned
him off,.
ION one condition." she said.
Name q Dozen" ne. replied. with
crazy liP9s Us
"One is enough and that one, il
that you give me back my dollar
He handed her over the money and
shouted Il TIE lawyer to come in
Think pot 1t ;" he said to that gen
tleman, "she. viii marry, me, on the
simple condition a 91, that give hsrs back
the dollar she gave me" -. -:
(Which MEANS" said the lawyer
formally, shat ast there. Is. no ,consid.
GRAFTON all the property and 50 forth
previously made over to Miss Howard
lis vours.''a 3S. !"'' e.-~"'~E S., f~~' = ~
How the dickens did she know
that?" inquired Mr.. Doan,. but the
lawyer couldn't enligAten him. land
Mr.. Doan wasn't particular, seeing
that everything was his anyway.-De.
troit Free Press. - s#
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We'll either have to get new girl