Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1908-08-08
CHAPTER X.

was carrying away in my pocket
CHAPTER X.
have In my office what l call my
handy drawer"-a good large drawer
that slides easily and fastens with a
patent key, and divided into a score of
compartments. In this l put away any
thing that 1 think may come In handy
at some future time, and an alphabetical
index on a side of paper tells me at a
glance in which nest to find what l want.
I recommend drawer of this kind to
any one of a practical and methodical
turn Of mind: he will have recourse to
1t more frequently than he anticipates,
and find 1t occasionally of inestimable
value.
Well, into this drawer, Nest Y, put
that pellet of paper after making care
full examination of 1t, and indexed it
thus: "Yeames--Pellet Of paper jerked
out of his pocket, day OF Flexmore's
death, Dec 10, 1855" l shall have
more to tell about this later on-a good
deal more.
In the evening of that day l saw DR..
Audrey; he came to me with face ms
long as a fiddle.
That's an unfortunate accident that
happened to you this afternoon" he said.
at might have been worse" said 1,
feeling my nose. 81 came plump down
on it, Wonder | didn't break It,"
I'm not speaking of that" said he, put
ting down his hat and seating himself.
"Oh, you're thinking of your prop
erty." The poor old nag had put his
shoulder out and had to be killed, and
both shafts of the gig were smashed.
"Wen, If your old horse had not been
thrown down, you would have been thou
sands out OF pocket"
"You know what l mean; 1t is an I'M
fortunate accident that prevented your
arriving In time for Flexmore to sign the
new will as he wished"
''There we differ. do not regard the
accident as unfortunate from that point
of view"
'Well, what Is to be done about It? The
old will is virtually revoked"
But actually it stands as good as ever
II was, and so it shall stand"
Surprising | refuse to accept the
guardianship of Flexmore's child?"
''You can't refuse. Common sense will
not let you: humanity will not let you
Yeames since his uncle's death?"
mo; he had left the house five minutes
before ! arrived. l hear he called at
my house, but came by the other road.
Since then have been unable to find him
anywhere"
That's a pity. l should have liked
you to see him as l saw him. He Is so
confident of being his uncle's heir that
he has thrown off all restraint, every pre-
tense of decency, and shows himself the
hectoring bully. the heartless rascal l
have always believed him to be-"
impossible :" he exclaimed, looking in
credulously at me. whom alone of all men
he doubted and looked upon as misglid-
ed by prejudice.
Il tell you it's fact. He was brutal
to little Laurie, and he insulted Miss Dali
rymple before my face. Why? Because,
now that he believes himself master of
his uncle's fortune, he wishes to break of
his engagement with her He has no
more intention OF marrying her now than
he had the first day he came to Coney-
ford"
Il can't understand you-a man so
clear in judgment on most things"
Get that nonsense out of your head,
doctor. tell you that am no more
prejudiced against him than l am in
favor Of you. He is selfish, heartless
scoundrel"
"You will never make me believe that
of Lynn Yeames"
He shall make you believe II of him
self. Abstain from letting him know how
Flexmore's money Is % be disposed of,
and watch him between now and the read
ing of the will. He already talks Of send
ing the child away to a boarding school.
and, as l tell you, reproyed Miss Dali
rymple before me for being too sympa-
thetic and kind to her."
But why SHOULD he believe himself to
be his uncle's heirE'
Because he fell into a trap, and was
led to believe so by me. And I'll tell you
something else, doctor He believed that
this new will was TO revoke an existing
will in his favor and / am convinced
that he stretched the cord that threw the
gig over and delayed me, that this viii
might not be signed; and nicely he has
defeated his own ends by it. I'd forgive
him TOR that if my nose had been broken"
II think / can upset that theory, at
least" said Awdrey. What time was 1t