The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1912-11-07

Epruce company. Mason arose when'
this agent entered, and explained. as
be had done to Gilbert Williams, that
Mrs. Smith was about to sail for Eng
land, and had decided to sell her land.
She would take twenty thousand dol
lars in cash for It, the deed to be exc,
cuted and the money to be paid down.
The agent agSeed at once, and pro
duced his deed. He was prepared as
Williams was. Mason directed Beatrix
Smith and her husband to execute the
deed. had no end OF trouble with
Beatrlx in the hall this time. She
did not want to make another deed;
she had sold her land; she would not
rob the Export Spruce company. 1t
was not the company that had stolen
her land: Mr.. Mason had clearly got
ten the two companies confused. He
was making an awful blunder. must
call him out and set him right about
it
Instead, called Sarah Lemarr. She
berated Beatrix like q pirate. Disobey
Randolph Mason9 the thing was un-
thinkable! Make mistake? not that
big, fine. bronze god brooding BY his
sacred fire. why, girl" she said, 81
would shoot every one OF you in your
tracks If that man told me to do 1t.
He is adorable. / could follow him
around like a dog and bite people IL
he whistled TO me. Not another word
out of you. or / will come down with
the dog.whip." And she shook her
little clenched hand over the banis-
tiers.
Finally we got the matter over.
Beatrix and her husband executed the
deed. got a notary from the Plaza.
The agent gave certified drafts on
Dexter & Company for the twenty
thousand dollars, and, like Gilbert
Williams, folded his deed and depart.
ed.
Beatrix Smith bearded the lion with
eyes swimming in tears. "Mr. Ma.
SON" she said, you have made a ter
rible mistake. The Export Spruce
company is not the one who stole my
land. I cannot take its money; 1t
will not get the property" And she
went on with a torrent of lamentation.
Madam" said Mason, rising, "all
this is drivel. 1 have made no mistake.
The Export Spruce company will get
every acre that it has this night pur-
chased" Then he directed Beatrix to
cash the checks at the earliest hour in
the morning and sail at once for Eng
land.
When we went down the steps to
his carriage. Sarah Lemarr slipped out
from behind the door and caught my
arm. Il shall see to it," she whis-
pered. They shall sail on the st. Paul
at eleven o'clock" Then she gripped
me until her nails hurt through my
sleeve. "oh, Courtlandt," she said, 81
have at last seen mani" and she
closed the big door behind me.
The solution of the matter arrived a
month later. / was taking hasty
luncheon at a downtown cafe, when
Freddie Harland of the firm of Milton,
Harland & Gaynor, came in and seated
himself in the chair beside me.
Hello, Parks" he said. "old VIII.
liams tells me you were present when
he bought gold brick the other
night"
you mean the Smith deed?" 1 said.
well, rather" he answered. .Wil.
liams took it down to West Virginia
to have It recorded, and discovered, to
use his spectacular language, that it
was not worth three hurrahs in hell"
What was wrong with it," I said.
at did not convey the husbands cur
tesy, / know; but Williams knew that
too. He did not care for that, he
said; he could cut the timber OF in
a year and he was willing to take the
chance OF Mrs. Smith living until
then"
THAT" replied Freddie Harland, rs
a mere bagatelle in the trouble. 1t
seems that the supreme court of West
Virginia has decided that deed made
oy a wife, in which the husband does
not join, conveys no estate of any
character whatever. Is merely worth
less piece of paper. The Export Spruce
company has the land under proper
deed. Mrs. Beatrix Smith has van
ished into the fog beyond Fire Island
and the bobcats have pre-empted old
Williams mills"
Good" said, good! Gilbert stole
half that land, SO the chicken is home
to roost."
We reminded him of that" replied
Freddie Harland, when he began TO
jump around in the Office"
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