The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1903-01-31

4 TTIRED in all that splendor of
n golfing apparel which the novice
loves, and carrying brand-new
leather bag of clubs, Robinson strobe
across the hall from his own studio
to half-glazed door whereon -.
Gilmour" stood out in large black
letters, There Robinson dropped his
bag of clubs and stopped to listen
before knocking. 1t sounded as il
things were being violently pulled
about inside-even overturned and
hurled into corners. Then he knocked
and kicked at the panels.
The sounds ceased, presently the
door opened explosively, and very
striking Velasquez beard and mus
tache shot out Hal" said the mouth
belonging to these picturesque addi-
tions. 81 thought so! Why the devil
don't you come in and help fellow"
''Haye you forgotten our appoint
ment?" said Robinson, dropping his
bag and stepping into studio which
appeared to be in an abnormal state
of mess.
'What appointment? Bermuda"
"'Golf-Miss Charnock," Robinson
corrected him with laconic severity.
Look here, Robinson, I've got no
time for that to-day. You just come
and help me hunt for this thing
''And leave Miss Charnock to wait
at Grand Central? We said we'd be
there at -"
"Blow what we said! I've got to
find this thing-now. Read"
He picked up from the models
chair two-page typewriter letter,
and brandished it at Robinson, who
took il and saw, under neatly en-
graved head, the formal legal exor-
dunn:
Estate of Vaughan Despard,
Decd
"Sir:"
Gilmour was still growing, rout-
that buried an overturned Colonial
spinning wheel. II can swear it's
somewhere here, and l must find
the blamed thing if"
81 wish you'd shut up and let me
see il l can understand this rigma-
role" Robinson interrupted.
"You might as well give it up. It's
all can do" Gilmour retorted.
1T reads like a sort of opera
bouffe plot. How can the estate of
What's his name, deceased-have a
claim to one-fifth of your earnings?
You're not a railroad"
''You keep still and I'll tell you"
Gilmour, erect amid a litter of furni-
ture and bric-a-brac, fpowned as he
spoke, and looked about him, preen-
ing with finger and thumb his fero-
cious mustache, as his manner was
when in deep thought. This old
Wyse-he's, mentioned, isn't he?
Well, he knew all my folks-farmer
up near Phoenicia. So, when l came
back from Paris the first time, old
man Wyse-used to wear a white
goatee and smoke stogies-asked me
if wasn't about cleaned out. / said,
Dead broke Then he said, why
don't you MORTGAGE" When he ex-
planned what he meant l jumped at
it-didn't think anybody had so much
confidence in me-none of my own
folks had"
"And what did he mean?"
keep still and III tell you. He put
up $2,O0O-$5Oo cash and three notes
and 1 signed this paper"
'The one you're looking for?'
"No, you gump; the one this law
yer's got hold of. It's contract,
and it says that in consideration of
the Asum of $4,000 I promise to give
said Wyse one-fifth of all 1 make
for the rest of my life"
"Why, Gil! What rot!"
1T is eh?" Gilmour stood, arms
akimbo, staring at the other man.
where's the rot come in? Didn't 1
get my two thousand on the strength
of il? You keep still till get
through. paid up all right and the
old man was so tickled he said he'd
will me his farm, only wouldn't
know what to do with it. Then we
smoked stogies and liquored up, but
when he went to look for the con-
tract he couldn't find 1t. SO he gave
me the other-the ono I'm looking
for-regular legal affair, just like
the others, and II began, Whereas
and said the other was lost, and 1t
didn't go, in case IL ever turned up;
and it was signed by him and wit
messed by two witnesses-same as the
other"
"And lost like he>other. Only the
other has been found"