The Prescott daily news., 1910-05-07

rally. From beneath a square fore- head and thatch of grizzled eye brows pair of piercing gray-blue eyes flashed imperiously, while from the heaving chest there still issued tones surprisingly strong for one so evidently near his end There was no sign of senility when he shot a curt query at his only servant, an old pioneer like himself, who sat in the doorway stolidly cleaning a rife. out of sight but within call.
 Putty nigh timo that lawyer fellow was here, eh?" said Andy over his shoulder, striving vainly to raise his head from the high-heaped cushions, but only succeeding in moving it from side to side.
 Evan rose and went to the railing Of the veranda, whence one could see the winding road, scarcely more than a well-trodden trail, which led from the town to the house on the hill Shading his eyes from the blinding glare of the nearly level sun rays, he peered downward for some moments before responding. Then. saying la conically:
 Jest comin' up the rise" he re- turned to his seat and his task.
 Shortly there became audible the soft thud of hoof-beats and the creak- ing of straining leather, punctured by the cracking of whip and the en- couraging "cluck-cluck" of the driver
 The road curved behind the house, followed them with a hearkening, rolling motion of the head infinitely pathetic in it's yearning helplessness and impotence
 Soon there was the sound of foot steps within the house, and there ap- peared upon the veranda the long-ex- pected arrival, Phineas Carboy, we'll known San Francisco practitioner in the law, whose firm had transacted most of Andrew Meleen's affairs since he had been wealthy enough to afford the luxury of eminent legal advice. Never in his life had he needed it more than now
 His eyes flashed with feverish i'm patience as he responded to the law yers formal greetings. Hardly was he seated, note book in hand, than the dying man rapped out curtly:
 Are y ready?"
 Quite so, MT. Meleen," was the response; knowing his man, Mir Car boy wasted no words on formal con- dOlences or tame civilities.
 Understand what I want done?" was the next question.
 Your telegram intimated that you desired to give me instructions for your last will and testament"
 structions-yes-ye'll get enough of them!" with a grim smile; but l want the thing fixed up this blessed night My times short, as y see. Can y do twill it stand?'
 Mr Carboy nodded gravely, and with pen ready poised looked ex- pectantly at his client. But the lat ter's next words were not exactly those he anticipated.
 How much sh'd you say wuz wuth, Carboy, if everything wuz cleaned up an turned into cash?" in- quired the old man. The legal mind hesitated, but. only for an instant.
 twenty-five or thirty million dol lars at the very least" was the quiet reply.
 "I guess that's about it." sighed Andy Meleen. Now, man, stick pin through this: I'm going to leave all that I'm wuth to a feller I've niver seen!"
 He shot keen glance at MT. Car boy to judge of the effect of this some what startling announcement, but the lawyer was too well trained to show any mark of surprise beyond slight contracting and lifting of the eye brows.
 You know his name, 1 presume, and where he can be found?"
 No, don't!" was the reply snapped back: that's for you t find out. This is the way of it: 1 had an only sister over there in tn old country named Hattie. She kem t Ameriky ten year after did, an l heard she wuz mar ried an had a son. But I've forgotten her husbands name if 1 iver knew it. Ha'n't seen her since she wuz slip of a girl Course, she may be dead, an the boy, too, though she wuz younger'n me by four or five year; but you've got to try an find 'em."
 You never saw your sister. after she arrived in this country. and held no communication whatever" asked the lawyer, making notes.
 Meleen shook his head. T wuz mighty poor myself in those days, Car