Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1902-04-23

and silk hat and snowy bcard!" she
ventured. IL said you were in the IL
brary, Mr.. Beamish, sir!"
'lt's Mr.. Shand! This way, sir; this
way!" cried Mr.. Beamish, excitedly.
"Really, an unexpected pleasure! The
lawyer whose name I've heard SO often,
but whom I've never seen! Really"
''Say solicitor, my dear sir" Mr..
Shand bowed tritle coldly, as if he
had his own value for effusivencss.
mo; you have not troubled us much
with your claim on the estate. Still,
I'm glad to be able to tell you that
there seems at last chance of settle
ment with the opposing side. In that
case"
II knew it, sir! I knew it would
conc home to them sooner or later!
Everything comes to him who waits.
Why, I remember poor old Uncle Hor-
ace saying to me, when took my lit
tie girl down to see HIM"
"Ah. yes, yes! Great pity your Uncle
Horace left his affairs so involved! 1
presume. of course, am speaking to
Horace Pettigrew Beamish, born at"
He licked over a bundle of yellow
documents.
Born at Faversham in 1s4s? Ihold
the parish certificate, in case. Fore
warned is forearmed.. Oh, it's me, sir,
undoubtedly! Twas named after uncle;
and named my girl after his favorite
sister-Bessic. You see"
~ do fully. Isimply wished to verify
tho various claimants. wouldn't put
too much store on the results, Mr..
Beamish. The property has lain under
heartbreaking mortgage, as you
know; and the ultimate realization
may not split up into more than & 20
note. One moment, though! Bessie!
All. possibly you did a smart thing in
naming your child so, and taking her
down, as you say. Bessie, Bessie! Let
me see!"
'Really!" Mr.. Beamish rubbed his
hands. Eyes; fancied I might be de-
stroying two feathered bipeds with
one missile. as you legal gentry put
it. Ha. ha! How-er-what-"
"Ah. just so! Erratic to the last
your uncle, sir. Those mining shares;
here we are. They are worth now.
with accumulated dividends. something
like $4,000; and the will has been
found in an old jacllboot. Half Of
them are willcd to Bessie Ada, daugh-
ter of Horace Pettigrew. and the re-
mainder to the servant who nursed him
before it was known he was likely to
die-as he says. I must congratulate
you. after all, SIR
'The servant! The-the scheminc
hussy! You don't" He sat very still.
staring hard at nothing. Possibly he
was trying to think out some axiom
to fit the maddcning occasion. "Why,
half to my Bessie! 1t can't be!' He
got up. "Ihat girl, sir-that girl has
run away with a good-for-nothing &C.
tor fellow! Have no power
I'VE can't alter the mans will. sir.
There it is in black and white. If YOU
will gi"e me your daughters address,
I'll write to her Tomorrow
And, as 4 man in a dream. Mr.. Beam-
ish wrote it down. shook hands Imply
and sat down to wipe his forehead.
"Gracious!" he whispered. Bessie
that fellow-G2 1000! And here l.
He'll write tomorrow! Then 'llwrite
tonight"
The inspiration of lifetime! Ten
minutes later he was tearing out to
post a letter addressed to Gordon Loy-
ell, Esq. 1t contained u C 10 note, and
these few hurried words:
"Dear Boy: trust you did not in
tend to take me at my hasty word.
Allow me to break through my prin-
ciples for once. Any time will do.
hope I'm just. Live and let live is
one of my notices you did not stay
to hear"
1t was posted. Then he went back,
to wipe his forehead again and to
dream, dream. dream.
It was curious coincidence that he
went on dreaming for just month,
and that the two letters should arrive
by the same post. At last! One,
stamped "Shand & Pascoe, Solicitors"
to say that all was settled: and one
from Lowell, to say that he had got the
$4,000. and was bringing it round in
a bag for safety.
Naturally, he opened the former first.
Dear Sir-We know nothing of the CIR
cumstances. and cannot understand to what
your letter refers. Your uncle, Horace
Beamish. died intestate. For lack of funds
apparently, the claim was abandoned some
years ago. We do not advise you to re.
open it. Yours obediently.
IA. SHAND"
With a nameless pang, that twitched
his fingers, he opened the second en-
velope:
Dear Mr.. Beamlsh-I return with deem
esttharks. the ten-pound note you so kindly
sent me. Perhaps, in the future. you NAV
not have SO poor an opinion of my powers
OF acting. Yours alphabetically.
GORDON LOWELL.
Up. 81 am endeavoring to forget what
passed between us on March 31st. I trust
you will be able to do the same as regards
the LIST of April
London Answers.
UNCLE SANS NEW NAVY.