El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1901-02-05
A APPOlNTM


While munching the matutinal meal
Mr.. Doodle received a letter.
Listen to this!" he cried excitedly.
"The Temple, w. c.. Dear Strive beg
to inform you that our late client, Mr..
Richard McConomy. has bequeathed to
you the sum of f1,OO0. Be good enough
to call at your earliest convenience
Yours very truly. Sharpe e Steele"
Mrs. Doodle overset her coffee cup in
her excitement. Never before had such
unexpected fortune visited the modest
abode of the Boobies.
"Mr. McConomy dead and left you e.
OOO!'' she cried in an L can't believe it
tone. Il shouldn't have dreamed of such
. thing"
Suppose you should, Mrs. Doodle.
'What then?" returned the elated Mr..
Doodle, waving the letter in his wife's
face. Suppose you'd dreamed he hadn't?
Take some dreams to unwrite this letter,
wouldn't it? 1t would take a pretty pow
erful dream that could unmake poor old
Dicks will, eh?" Here a thought struck
him. by Jove! Wonder if they'll
charge me six and eightpence for sending
me the Information? 1 shan't pay it.
It'll have to come out of the estate"
Mrs. Doodle often told her husband he
was a very mean man. He was. But
why has he left you Fl. OOO?" he per-
sisted.
Mrs. Boodle." returned Mr.. Doodle.
with that loftiness of manner which an
unexpected legacy often leads a man to
assume, "Mr. McConomy is dead. If ever
I meet him and remember your question,
I'll ask him. II you are about, I'll let
you know what he says. Just tap the
window, will you? Here's my bus"
You needn't get on your high horse.
Benjamin. if you have had a legacy left
you," retorted Mrs. B., moving to the
window.
mot going to, my dear. I prefer to sit
next the driver. And Mr. Doodle cram
med his hat upon his head and rushed
from the room.
Ar hour later a double knock on the
street door disturbed Mrs Doodle while
building several pretty airy castles on the
legacy.
"A telegram, ma'am," said Mary Jane.
Mrs. Doodle tore open the envelope with
eager. trembling fingers. Married ladies
invariably open kilograms with eager.
trembling fingers. Query: Do they expect
news of n happy release? II Mrs. b. cher
ished any such expectation. she was dis
appointed. The telegram was from Mr.. Il.
Legacy all right: left checkbook at
home; duty to pay; get Fred to give open
check f1OO. Clerk will call for it. b. B."
Mrs. Doodle took the telegram to her
husbands brother Fred. He obliged with
the open check.
Mrs. b. returned home to await the
clerk. He came with another double
knock. Apparently {. lawyers clerk. Sus-
picious, wonder if she'll kick me look
about him, suggestive of long practice of
the art of writ serving. Popular belief
that writ servers get more kicks than
halfpence. Can't refute it. The clerk de-
parted with the check and for this time
without the kicks
Mrs Rnnd1a Snf down fn tho min M md
played oh, DEN Golden Slippers" She
was in a very jubilant state of mind. She
saw large possibilities in the legacy. She
sent Mary Jane to the news agents for
all the fashion periodicals, read them and
meditated upon the material of the first
dress.
Decided upon green velvet trimmed
with gold braid. Bonnet to match. Sent
Mary Jane for patterns and decided up
on the shade. Meditated as to the most
effectual way of wheedling the necessary
cash out of Mr.. Doodle. Meditation dis
turbed by sound of latchkey in front
door. Mr.. Doodle had returned.
Mrs. Doodle prepared to wheedle.
"Oh, Benjamin, l was so glad the leg
acy was all right"
Mr.. Doodle glared at the wheedler. He
did not speak. He could not. Something
too heavy for the present utterance
weighed down his soul.
did you find out why Mr.. McConomy
left you the money? ?" continued the lady.
Mr.. Doodle uttered a big d.
mo. ma'ap," he yelled, Il did not!"
Il am not deaf, Mr.. Boodle," said Mrs.
Doodle frigidly.
"Then near this" And Mr.. Doodle
shouted at the top of his voice, "McCono-
my's coming here to dine this EVENING"
Mrs. Doodle turned very pale. The
green dress trimmed with gold braid and
the bonnet to match faded from her
vision.
What" she gasped. Isn't he dead?"
"Dead,' roared Mr.. Doodle. DO l
look ii likely subject to invite 4 ghost to
dinner! Is there any Medium about me?
Dye see any spiritualist in my eye? The
legacy is a disgraceful hoax. Mrs. Boo
die. McConomy will be here directly,
and were going to make the perpetrator
sit up-sit up, Mrs. Doodle"
But this telegram? Surely this isn't
a hoax"
what! Get Fred to give open check
f1OO! You don't mean to say-Mrs. Boo
die, what does this meant"
Fred gave me the check, and l gave
it to the clerk-the man you sent"
Mr.. Boobies face turned a scarlet hue.
Never before had he been in such dam
ger of apOplexy. He tried to speak. His
vocal apparatus hung fire like Il gun
charged with damp powder.
SENT" he yelled at last. the word
shooting out like the cork of n stout bot
tie. Sent! When they sent you to this
sphere. they sent Il stupid. brainleSs
isn't a hoax. It's a do A do. l tell
you!"
Mr.. Doodle concluded his remarks in
the street, whittier he had gone en- route