The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1901-02-14
dav. when the Judge will be here.

day, when the judge will be here.
But l Sc the estate is entirely tied up;
pardon me, madam, we have to be inquisi-
tive, you know said Mr. Beavers. Have
you sufficient means for your subsistence"
"At present, yes,'' answered the young
widow, a little doubtfully. You see, a
year ago my husband made me a present
of 20 Vidalia bonds, 81 900 each, you know,
and nothing better in the world but the
interest day isn't until Oct. 1. l might by
pothecate them, to be sure, but Mr.. Minister
thought it wouldn't be wise"
Mr.. Beavers carefully counted over the
securities, as crisp as if right from the press.
"Have you the numbers?" he asked. mo?
Then please jot them down yourself the
young woman took from her rettcule bit
of a pencil, and made the memorandum.
Here also is my receipt" continued the
lawyer; perhaps under the circumstances
it is prudent for US to be entrusted with
them
"Oh, ] am so grateful to you; and you
won't mind my coming often for counsel
may | say comfort?'' said the young widow.
Here is my card-Mrs. DEMONSTRATION
the Quenton. l fear shall be such null
sance."
Nuisance, madam" exclaimed Mr.. Beav-
ers. 1T is my duty, my pleasure, my
Here words failed him. His client drew
about her the habiliments of woe and
tripped out.
For few moments Mr.. Beavers sat in a
reverie, delcously novel. Was there ever
such a charming creature, so prosecuted, SO
helpless? He Endorsed the name of his new
client on the bonds and put them away in
the safe. Then he noticed that Mrs Naugh-
ton had left her pencil on the desk. 1t
was a comical little butt for a woman to
carry, and he smiled at her naturalness In
using It; rather unusual in appearance 1t
was, too, being yellow in color and with an
indefinite something about it which be-
spoke foreign make. Despite the propriety
which Mr.. Beavers had brought with him
from the country, and enlarged through
habit into primness he kissed the fragment
and stored it with sigh in his vest pocket );
nor did it in any way occur to him that Mrs.
Naughton had neglected to deliver the letter
of introduction from the judges Old-time
friend the Hon. ]. K. Minister.
The summer waxed and the summer
waned, and a strange, surprising emotion
developed and Powered in Mr.. Beavers
breast. The clerks took their vacations,
and Abe Cronkite INDUCED his peripatetic
studies: but the young lawyers devotion to
duty was all the greater.
Gone was Mrs. Naughton's melancholy,
dssipated by the confidence which the very
name of Marcellus & Beavers inspired. She
no longer appeared in those habiliments of
woe. She now seemed the embodiment of
all that Is light and ethereal and gay, as
she f1oated to the Windsor chair by his desk,
under the convoy of Gainsborough hat.
One day, In the early fall, as the lawyer
looked over the advances he had been over
joyed to allow his new client to draw
against the bonds in his possession, he was
dismayed by the total. Dear, impetuous,
uncalculating Eleanor" he murmured, Il
really must caution her for her own good.
The next time she comes l will expostulate
with her,
Days passed, and the Windsor chair re-
manned unoccupied. Eleanor must be ill, so
i'll as to be unable to send him word In
Quiry at the Quentin only increased the law
yer's agitation. Mrs. Naughton was not
there; she had not been there for weeks
indeed What did it mean? What should
he do? Mr.. Beavers touched the bell on his
desk and called into consultation Abe Cronk-
lite, who had desisted from his philosophical
wanderings.
Il remember, years ago, SIR remarked
Abe Cronkite. after the case had been
stated as only an enamored lawyer could
state 1t, that Bill Dalton, the burglar made
| a haul of about all of one issue Of Vidalis
| bonds But he never was able to realize
! 1ney were cancelled by law, and there was a
| reissue
| What has that to do with the matter
| asked Beavers, savagely.
| Nothing, sir. only it might be prudent tc
| inquire .sas
NONSENSE" returned the other. with nm
| abated ire. ''It would be an insult to a
| lady of the highest and nOblest- character
| recommended to us by one of the judges
| old-time friends, the Hon. J. K 'Minester "
Would you mind showing me his letter? '
II haven't it at hand just at present, .
said Mr.. Beavers, evasively.