Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury [Connecticut]) 1900-1903, 1902-10-23
DID NOT COME BACK.
Uncle Michael Fooled His Long-Lost
Little Niece.
He Was Received Cordially and Tea
Was Brewed for Him, Butt He Es-
capped Before Giving Up ANY
or His Riches.

And now Lady Gwendo1yn would again
be in a position to thwart the dark
Machiavellian schemes of Sir Reginald
Montmorenci de Guelph. She could hard
ly believe her eyes as she hastily scanned
the letter once more that told her her
uncle, Baron Ruperto, had forgiven
her on his deathbed and made her
heiress to his vast domains and his rent
roll of &20 100000 year. What could
she do with this money? The fatality
which from her earliest years had
At this point in the exciting story,
SAYS the New York World, Mrs. Bessie
Seeley laid aside her paper-covered
novel and FASTENED to the door of her
soom on the third floor of 800 West One
Hundred and Forty Eighth street, for
some one had knocked.
It was on the afternoon OF July u
last. Remember the date.
She opened wide the door and
stranger, an old, old man, stepped over
the threshold. His clothes were tray
el-stained and his face Weather-beaten
and lined with wrinkles, but there was
merry twinkle in his blue eyes as he
said:
.Bessie, have found you at last
ssSir!" said Mrs. Seeley, drawing her
self up with dignity. ].
ssYou-you do not know me-,
fa1tered the old man. I can hardly
blame you, child, for you have never
seen me before. But would know you
from your likeness to your mother.
she was nv sister Bessie, and I am
your old Uncle Michael. I have come
all the way from England to find you
and to place you in position such as
you should occupy in the world. am
very wealthy, little girl, and shall
make you my sole heiress, for I am
childless.''
"Come in" said Mrs. Seeley, in a
trembling voice. Forgive me that ]
did not know you, Uncle Ruperto-I
mean Michael; but, as you say, I never
saw you beforehand, indeed, never
heard Of you. But there, there-don't
look SO distressed, uncle, dear. Sit you
down and will do my best to make
your declining days peaceful and
happy"
The old man took the proffered chair
and sighed deeply.
Il am very weary, he said. IT have
come a long, long way to find you
Brew me cup Of tea, Bessie, for il
will strengthen your old uncle"
There was no tea in the house, but
Mrs. Seeley, all a-flutter with excite
ment, united her apron, put on her hat
and said that she would run down te
4 the corner grocery and get some tea
and pound Of tripe. She would not
be gone five minutes. She went, and
on her way into the house met her new
i -, ~, n ~, he hal 1yvn
ssRun up and brew the tea for me
Il Bessie. he said. Il viii be back in I
minute / have forgotten something
] little surprise for you, Bessie; JUS
| little surprise your old uncle has fol
you" .ss
ssBless his dear old hearth" muir
INJURED Mrs. Seeley to herself as sh'
ran up the stairs. "He is so thought
full. And to think that it is just ik,
the story was reading. Oh, / wonder
if I shall have e20,o0O.o0O year Xix,
Lady Gwendolyn. It is great deal o
money"
And then she brewed the tea for he,
rich old Uncle Michael and waited TO
his return. That was on July is, as ha;
been stated. She waited all the after
noon. Then she grew a trifie sus
picious. She discovered that her hus
bands alleged gold watch, an heir
/ loom, was missing. It has been miss
ing ever since.
But the other day Mrs. Seeley fount
| her Uncle Michael again. She saw-hin
! on Eighth avenue and called the atten
ton of policeman to him. He wa
arrested, and at the station-house sait
, he was Michael Egan, So years old, o
! One hundred and Seyenty-fourtl
street and Jerome avenue. He said hi
had never seen Mrs. Seeley before an
denied emphatically that he was he
, uncle. But Magistrate Teller had hi
doubts and so held Uncle Michael i
!. $1,000 bail in the Harlem police cour
: Cor trial.