The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-04-01
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By Frank III. Sweet.

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Only once before in his life had the une1-
pected come to him, 1000 from the very es-
tate that was responsible for this letter. Half
OF y had gone promptly as an incentive in a
Ieeole contest" and little Pierre who had
earned en- the popular vote and SO won the
prize, was now at the Boston Conservatory
OF Music for his "educat, poleesh'' Bats
thoughts reverted to him as he went down
the slope, and he resolved that some OF this
greater fortune should flow over into the
future OF the poor shoemakers son.
When he reached the Sidewalks of the great
city, ne went more slowly. for he tried to
take off his hat to every woman he met end
to smile at every child and to assist all those
he thought overloaded with bundles When a
woman happened to glance at him, he dropped
his gaze to the sidewalk, and when a child
locked at him he stopped as though ready to
enter into conversation. Once he patted
dog and the dog turned and followed him.
At another time he picked up a dirty, bare
footed child crying in a gutter, and the child
turned and followed him also.
But at length he reached the place ind-
Gated by the letter and was received with
marked consideration by the lawyer who rose
as he entered.
II am glad you came SO promptly the
lawyer said, deferentally. 81 suppose you
understand what large estate it is?'
Two hun'rd tousan', me tink letter say"
Eyes, two hundred thousand dwelling
fondly on each word. Here; suppose you
take this chair while I explain the matter in
detail"
upon the floor and the feeble" across his
knees. Then. as the lawyer talked his
thoughts went straying out into the golden
future, to the wonderful knowledge that was
coming to him and to little Pierre learning
to play the feeble" in the right way Now
and then sentence OF the lawyer drifted into
his reverie, and suddenly he sprang to his
feet with his eyes blazing
''Wha' dat you say? Tell me gin. quick"
he demanded
About the flaw in the will?" the lawyer
asked blandly. Eyes, that Is what gives YOU
the money Lucky flaw, I say
Dat mean Oh man Tatro like money go to
he Cousin Marie, ony he make slip in de
will? Me get him dat way, hey?"
That's about it, dryly.
Den you tink me tief?''
The lawyer looked surprised.
%, come now he urged hastily; sits all
right. The law says the money is yours
Everything is straight and aboveboard'
Bat reached down and picked up his hat,
which he placed squarely upon his head. Then
he tucked the feeble under his arm.
Who money long tor he demanded SO
sharply that the lawyer moved back ana
placed chair in front of him, ode law or
Of man Tatro? De law say glib him me; OIL
man Tatro say glib him Marie-huh." And
Without stopping to parley further words Bat
strobe contemptuously into the street.
The sun was behind the hills, and in place
OF its golden reckoning, there was only dull.
universal shadow, pierced here and there by
the electric lights of the city. In the woods
the darkness was without break, but the
trapper walked quietly into them and dis
appeared. Over wonder the river uara
his cabin, and the dugout on the bank, and
his traps and fishing poles, and the battered
rife. He would go back to
them.