The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1910-02-24
A DISAPPOINTMENT,

Su-Ne ucS 10 m1OHLu you lAoI Jul
late client, Mr.. Richard McConomy.
has bequeathed to you the sum of
1000. Be good enough to call at your
earliest convenience. Your very truly,
Sharp & Steele"
| ''Mr. McConomy dead and left you
FL DOOR cried Mrs Doodle in an l.
can't believe-it tone. Il shouldn't have
dreamed Of such thing
Suppose you should, Mrs. Doodle.
What them returned the elated Mr..
Doodle, waving the letter in his wife's
! face. Suppose you'd dreamed he
hadn't. Take some dreams to unwrite
this letter, wouldn't it? 1t would take
a pretty powerful dream that could
unmake poor old Dicks viii. eh?"
Here a thought struck him. by Jove.
Wonder If they'll charge me Is. Sd. for
sending me the information. / shan't
estate"
, Mrs Doodle often told her husband
| he was very mean man. He was.
But why has he left you FL, 0OO?" she
persisted
Mrs. Boodle.' returned Mr. Doodle
with that holiness of manner which
| an unexpected legacy often leads 4
man to assume, Mr.. McConomy Is
dead II ever l meet him and remem-
Der your question IN ask him. II you
are about III let you know what he
says. Just tap the window, will you?
Here's my bus
! An hour later a double knock on the
street door disturbed Mrs Doodle
while building several pretty air cas-
ties ON the legacy.
"A telegram. ma am said Mary
Jane Mrs. Doodle tore open the en-
velope with eager. trembling fingers.
Married ladies invariably open tele-
grams with eager. trembling fingers.
Query. DO they expect news Of a hap
by release? If Mrs. b. cherished any
| such expectation she was disappoint-
ed. The telegram was from Mr.. B.
Legacy all right; left check book at
home: duty to pay. Get Fred to give
open check 600. Clerk will call for it.
B. B."
Mrs Doodle took the telegram to her
husbands brother Fred. He obliged
! with the open check.
| Mrs. +. returned home to await the
clerk He came with another double
knock. Apparently a lawyers clerk.
| Suspicious wonder-if-she'll-k ick-me look
! about him. suggestive of long practice
| Of the art of writ serving. Popular
! belief that writ servers get more kicks
than halfpence. Can't refute it. The
clerk departed with the check and this
time without the kicks.
| Mrs. Doodle sat down to the piano
and played "Oh, Dem Golden Slip
pers"' She was in very jubilant state
! Of mind. She sa w large possibilities in
| the legacy. She sent Mary Jane to the
news agents for all the fashion period
/ icals. read them and meditated upon
+. the material Of the first dress.
! Decided upon green velvet trimmed
with gold braid, bonnet to match.
Sent Mary Jane for patterns and de-
cided upon the shade. Meditated as to
! the most effectual way of wheedling
| the necessary cash out OF Mr.. Doodle.
Meditation disturbed by sound of
Iatchkey in front door. Mr.. Doodle bad
| returned
! Mrs. Doodle prepared to wheedie.
oh, Benjamin, | was so glad the
legacy was all rightr'
| Mr.. Doodle glared at the wheedler.
He did not speak. He could not.
Something too heavy for the present
utterance weighed down his soul.
Did you find out why Mr.. McCono-
| my left you the money!" continued the
lady
! Mr.. Doodle uttered big D.
NO, ma'am," he yelled, Il did notr'
Il am not deaf. Mr.. Boodle,'' said
Mrs. Doodle frigidly
Then hear this And Mr.. Doodle
shouted at the top of his voice, NC
| Conomy's coming here to dine this
evening"
! Mrs. Doodle turned very pale. The
| green dress trimmed with gold braid
| and the bonnet to match faded from
| her vision.
What" she gasped Isn't he
dead%'
look a likely subject to invite ghost
to dinner? Is there any medium about
me? Dye see any spiritualist in my
eye: The legacy is disgraceful hoax,
Mrs Doodle. McConomy will be here
directly, and we're going to make the
perpetrator sit up-sit up, Mrs. Boo
de-
| But this telegram? Surely this
isn't hoax"
What! Get Fred to give open check
| f100. You don't mean to say-Mrs.
Doodle, what does this mean%
Fred gave me the check, and gave
| it to the clerk-the man you sent
/ Mr. Boobies face turned scarlet
hue.
| Never before had he been in such
danger of apoplexy. He tried to speak.
His vocal apparatus hung fire like
gun charged with damp powder.
"Sentw he yelled at last. the word
shooting out like the cork Of stout