The Coconino sun., 1903-02-07


 1.-The idea! Wanted to borrow e5l If that sort of thing began. where should we be?"
 "we might be just as happy in dif- ferent sort of way" she dared.
 "Ah, that's a woman all over! What do women care? I've learned that the only friend man can rely upon is his money. Eh?"
 "Nothing, nothing! It only oc- cured to me that they might have found it out, too."
 shouldn't have married!" he snapped. five 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!"
 It really did seem as if MT. 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 MT. Beam ish stare.
 "Such gentleman!-with cab, sir, and silk hat and snowy beard!" she ventured. "I said you were in the h. brary, Mir. Beamish, sir!"
 "It's Mir. Shand! This way, sir; this way!" cried MT. 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" MT. Shand bowed trifie 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"
 "I 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 took my lit tie girl down to see him"
 "Ah, yes. yes! Great pity your Uncle Horace left his affairs so involved! l presume. of course. l am speaking to Horace Pettigrew Beamish. born at"
 He licked over 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"
 "I do fully. Isimply wished to verify the various claimants. wouldn't put too much store on the results. MT. Beamish. The property has lain under a heartbreaking mortgage. ns you know; and the ultimate realization may not split up into more than G2O note. One moment. though! Bessie! An. possibly you did smart thing in naming your child so. and taking her down. as you say. Bessie. Bessie! Let me see!"
 "Really!" MT. Beamish rubbed his hands. "Yes; Ifancied might be de. stroying two feathered bipeds with one missile. as you legal gentry put 1t. 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 f4.000; 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. l 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! It can't bel" He