The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-06-02
THE RETURN OF
i LABAN GRAFT.
Gentleman George and Smithers
Get a Consolation Purse, bot
Lose the Chief Prize.

We had hot footed it the hvelong night,
large and me. heein' from the wrat' 10 come
on account Of the fire at the Laire house
and all that it implied At lengt'. as spent
as our last dollar, we exchanged mutooaI
Rlances Of disgust and despair. in a hut
down by the boomin' and hloomin' sea.
A fsherman's hut, Evidently, as the eyes
and nose had It, its inmates garn on their
precar'us ~parsoots. with no wimmen to
weep behind.
1T matches our luck" groaned large.
lukkin' for a dry place 70 cit down.
1 brought from mo clothes the box con-
tanning the secrit records Of the C~harackter
Surety Comply; I held IL up like a hand
out from hope.
you niver kin drop on tho number you'll
COP, while the ball is yt a-rollin'.'
trowled in me ~jolliest.
I drew u card. 1t read as follers:
Leslie Crate. TO be bonded in sioo.oOo as
trustee under the will OF his father, Labbn
Gratz, not recommended. There are per-
slstsnt Irurnors, Notwithstanding direct evi.
denoe to the contrary, that several passengers
Of the Garthian survived the wreck, being
carried by small sailing vessels 10 remote
porte. Should old L.auan return from the
dead he would make some one pay for the
ducks and brakes into which his fine fortune
is being converted, and IL wouldn't be his son.
either. Better avoid the upper and neither
Tnllstene.
There ken a glister in Jarge's eyes like
the rehioshun Of red gold.
why, that's a late wan" he cried. 1t
isn't month since the papers was full
Of the loss OF the Garthian with all on board.
remember well the vubbel bouquets t'rown
10 old GRATIS mem'ry their incense wud
make the judicious sneeze.
"A hard old file, Snithers, he ground the
face Of the Street itself. They say the unly
saft spot in him wac his love fol his son, a
worthless cub, with all Of HE fathers mean
ness and none Of his ability"
'An very interestin' as a study in hairid-
ity,' ! interposed, but ! don't see why you
are prickin' up your ears as II somethin'
wicked wac comm our way"
IF there was q single straw for the
drowndin'," Gentleman George went on,
sits aces 10 deuees that old Gratz clutched IT.
The Garthian whit up against and down
before the ice bugg just of the Banks, where
the hshin' vessels Of all nashuns most do
swarm. He might we'll have been rescued
and carried of by wan Of them. If the story's
not true, at least it's hen trordto.'
Il don't care who or what its BEEN says |.
where is our pint Of advantage
The last time | wint to the races con-
tinnered large, unheedin' Il scen Nellie lie
Treecr behind the swell front of Ia motor car,
like some gorjus tropical plant under glass.
Be her side was q sallow and shrivelled little
man, ehrinkin' of in wan Garner like a
picked speciment in a jar. Where did she
cit the. shrimp?' I asst, II me frlnd an
svered, Sure, It's young Gratz, redistributin'
his fathers pile,
sSupposln', thin. that old Gratz shud be
providenshally casht up be the sea like an
animated trisure trove," large concluded.
What wud he do? LUX around fust, l
Say. and git his bearin's before maxim
bisself known.
."Suppose, on the odder hand, that young
Graft in the midst of his rivalry, shud be
advised secritly that his father had retained
from the did. but as yit had not revealed
his tdintity? Read the answer, Smithers,
IN bis lamintabie lack Of charakter.
ITO my mind there wud be good piokings
there for wan bringing to him s.ch a yarn.
And-be the way. the Gratz manshun stands
not FIVE mile from here. unless I miss it, down
the coast.
I sighed assint. large had a way with
him that wudn't take NJ for an answer;
In odder wuds he had his own way.
Prisintly arrayed in a ~glistenin' SCOT of
yellow lie skins. with a tarpaulin olapped
on me brow and with me face streaked
with oker and me hands rubbed with dut,
started out 70 bear the news 10 Gratz.
'"Jest tell him. = advised large. who had
e'liosed for hisself the congen'al task of
huntin' up SON food and drink, water Elk
cib:ed. psndin' ny retarn, Jest tell him
that thu old man had bsen tran shipped
t. our smack AMI now lies exhausted and
asIe.p in the hut. He may make us a
proposishun, like visitin' angels, wuthy to
be entertained.