The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1902-04-24

his money. Eh?"
Nothing, nothingl 1t only &C.
Cured to me that they might have
found it out, too"
shouldn't have married." he
snapped. ''Pve no sympathy with act
ors, and less still for people who en-
courage them! While you're wasting
sovereign at the theater, you might
be doubling it at home!"
1t really did seem as if Mr.. Beam
ish's pet theory that money makes
money" was to be emphasized once
more for the benefit of his friends.
That very next evening the maid-who
had never had chance to test the
theory herself-tapped, with card
bearing a name that made Mr.. Beam
ish stare.
''Such gentleman!-with a cab, sir,
and a silk hat and snowy beard!" she
ventured. 81 said you were in the Ii
brary, Mr.. Beamish, sir!"
Its 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 a trifle coldly, as if he
had his own value for effusiveness.
''No; 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"
81 knew it, sir! I knew it would
come home to them sooner or later!
Everything comes to him who waits.
Why, | remember poor old Uncle Hor-
ace saying to me, when I 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, l am speaking to
Horace Pettigrew Beamish, born a tt"
He ficked over a bundle of yellow
documents
Born at Faversham in 1s4S? hold
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-Bessie. You see
81 do fully. Isimply wished to verify
the various claimants. wouldn't put
too much store on the results, Mr..
Beamish. The property has lain under
a heartbreaking mortgage, as you
know; and the ultimate realization
may not split up into more than a c 90
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 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 e4,000; and the will has been
found in an old iackboot. Half of
them are willed 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 scheming
hussy! You don't" He sat very still,
staring hard at nothing. Possibly he
was trying to think out some axiom
to fit the maddening occasion. "Why,
half to my Bessie! 1t can't be!' He
got up. THAT girl, sir-that girl has
run away with a good-for-nothing ac-
tor fellow! Have no power
eve can't alter the mans will, sir.
There it is in black and white. If you
will give me your daughters address,
I'll write to her tomorrow
And as man in dream, Mr.. Beans
ish wrote it down. shook hands Imply,
and sat down to wipe his forehead.
"Gracious!" he whispered. Bessie
that fellow-e 1000! And here I
He'll write tomorrow! Then I'll write
tonight"
The inspiration of a lifetime! Ten
minutes later he was tearing out to
post letter addressed to Gordon Low
ell, Esq. 1t contained 10 note, and
these few hurried words:
Dear Boy: 1 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.
1t was a 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
bag for safety.
Naturally, he opened the former first.
Dear Strive 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,
"a. sHAND."