Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1910-02-04
A DISAPP OINTMENT,

Strive beg 10 inform you that our
late client. Mr.. Richard McGunomy,
has beuueathed TO you the sum Of
Il 600. Be good enough TO call at your
earliest convenience. Your very truly,
Sharp X Steele"
MIR. McConOmy dead and left you
fl.0OOr' cried Mrs. Doodle in an l.
can't-believe-it tone. Il shouldn't have
dreamed Of such a thing"
Suppose you should. Mrs. Doodle.
What them returned the elated Mr..
Doodle, waving the letter In his wiie's
face. suppose you'd dreamed he !
hadn't. Take some dreams to unwrite |
this letter. wouldn't il? 1t would take |
q pretty powerful dream that could |
unmake poor old Dicks will. eh:' |
Here a thought struck him. by love! /
Wonder if they'll charge me It's. 81. for |
sending me the information. | Shant
paw it. It'll have to come out Of the
estate"
Mrs. Doodle often told her husband
he was very mean man. He was.
But why has he left you tl,0U:' she
persisted
Mrs. Doodle" returned Mr. Doodle
with that loftiness of manner which
an unexpected legacy often leads
man to assume, MIR. McCOnOmy is
dead. IL ever | meet him and remem-
Der your question I'll ask him. If you
are about I'll let you know what he
says. Just tap the window, will you!
Here's my bus
An hour later 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 hap
DIV 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 f10O. Clerk will call for it.
B. B."
Mrs. Doodle took the telegram to her
husbands brother Fred. He obliged
with the open check.
Mrs. B. returned home to await the
clerk. He came with another double
knock Apparently a lawyers clerk.
Suspicious Observation-Disclosures 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 ooh, Dem Golden Slip
persr She was in very jubilant state
of mind. She saw large possibilities il
the legacy. She sent Mary Jane to the
news agents for all the fashion period
icals, read them and meditated upoI
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 It
the most elfectual way of Wheedlins
the necessary cash out Of MIR. Doodle
Meditation disturbed by sound o
latchkey in front door. Mr.. Doodle haC
returned.
Mrs. Doodle prepared to wheedle.
"Oh, Benjamin, | was so glad tn
legacy was all right!'
Mr.. Doodle gared at the wheedler
He did not speak. He could not
Something too heavy for the presen
utterance weighed down his soul.
Did you find out why Mr. McCono
my left you the money!" continued tn
lady.
Mr.. Doodle uttered big D.
mo, ma'am," he yelled, 81 did not!'
II am not deaf, Mr.. Doodle" sat
Mrs. Doodle frigidly.
Then hear this" And Mr.. Boodl
shouted at the top of his voice, "Mt
Conomy's coming here to dine thi
evening"
Mrs Boodle turned very pale. Th
green dress trimmed with gold brai
and the bonnet to match faded frol
her vision.
"Whatw she gasped. Isn't h
deadY
"Deadw roared Mr. Doodle. "Do
look a likely subject to invite a ghos
to dinner? Is there any medium abor
me? Dye see any spiritualist in m
eye? The legacy is disgraceful hoa2
Mrs. Doodle. McConomy will be heI
directly, and we're going to make tn
perpetrator sit up-sit up, Mrs. Boz
die"
But this telegram? Surely TIL
isn't hoax"
What. Get Fred to give open chez
900! You don't mean to say-Mr
Doodle, what does this mean?"
Fired gave me the check, and | gay
it to the clerk-the man you sent"
Mr.. Boobies face turned scarf
hue
Never before had he been in sue
danger of apoplexy. He tried to spea
His vocal apparatus hung fire like
gun charged with damp powder.
"Sentv he yelled at last, the wol
shooting out like the cork of sto'
bottle. "Sent! When they sent yt
to this sphere they sent stupi
brainless IDIOT Mrs. Doodle. No! Th
telegram isn't hoax. It's do!
do, tell you"
Mr.. Doodle concluded his remarl
in the street, whittier he had gone
route for the nearest telegraph offic
He wired to Fred's bankers. Alas,
was too late! The check had be'
cashed.