Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-09-03

vigorously.
"Sure enoughp he told himself
That's the name, all right. I'll eat
my shoe-paclis II It amt that old
curmudgeon Of an uncle Of Lorimer's
that he was telling me about. Don't
It beat all 2"
Curran copied the advertisement
In an old pocket-book, using a stub
by stump Of lead-pencil. Then he
folded the paper and returned It to
Fisk. After this he sat down and
wrote letter to Quebec, which he
mailed.
Shortly after the Tshemuak agent
strolled into the tiny, village, Idly
watched some repairs being made to
the rough lumber road Of which the
mail-carrier had complained. He
looked like a man having a lot Of
trouble to kill time.
He sat down on PROSTATE tree
trunk near the road and took Lori
mer's letters from his pockets.
"Told me to open anything that
comes for him." he justified himself.
'SH he hadn't I'd have had to steam
'em open-so he's saved me Just that
trouble"
Lorimer's direction to open tn,
letters was very natural. At Tshe-
muak there were not over three
chances in year to send out let
ters. 1t followed that II Curran read
the mail he might be able to write
an answer, without making the cor
respondent wait, perhaps, half q
year.
The first letter was an affection
ate one from Lorimer's sister, advis-
ing him to return to England and
cease burying himself In the wilder
ness.
The second made Curran sit up
excitedly. 1t was from firm Of
London solicitors, advising Lorimer
Of an interest he had In his uncle's
will, and stating that the exact
amount will be known after an in
ventory Of certain securities had
been made. He was advised to re-
turn to England at once, as his
presence, would greatly facilitate
matters.
Curran had heard all about that
uncle. When men are immured to-
gether for months and years in the
wilderness they are apt to exhaust
every possible subject Of conversa-
ton. However, Lorimer had told all
he knew, while Curran had preferred
to hold back certain things. A man
is surely the master Of his own &C.
crets.
Hence the chief agent knew all
about the death Of a rather extrav-
agant father, who had impoverished
his family, leaving married daugh-
k~- III III a..
that he had been obliged to leave
the university.
The uncle had offered hil help un-
der conditions that would have been
distasteful to Lorimer. The
nephew In the business house in |
London-a dark and ancient building
about as old as the hills.
Lorimer had no tast. for grubby !
place that savored of dampness, for |
walls covered with ancient account
books among which toiled shabby I
looking clerks who wore green .
shades over eyes grown wen for |
need Of sunlight.
Lorimer, during the recital, told |
Curran how he hated dingy Offices,
even though belonging to rich
firm. The very air in them seemed
to be doled out parsimoniously. He
wanted to get out in the world where
the winds of heaven were uncon-
fined, where men did their work In
the open, and the sweat Of their
DrGTs fell h. on saG gGod stid sGd a earth
aThat old Gus cuss is dead" % curran
repeated to himself. Hes left some
20 ay-fr % L. |
pretty good pile. Let's see. How
worth?"
He was trying to remember their
talk Of year or two ago. 1t was
surely a hundred thousand pounds.
he was sure it was pounds and not
dollars. 1t might be two or three
hundred. The whole thing sounded
as big as the Hudson Bay with a
bit of ocean thrown in.
And now Lorimer had gone and
married that Injun girl, and knew
nothing about this affair, and would
know nothing for a year or so if his
mail didn't get to him!
The man stared before him, pay
ing no heed to chattering red squir-
rels, unconscious of the passing Of q
JlS SOSh Poi WALL DidCh VelVGL |
ruffs outspread.
He had rather wanted that girl for
himself. But-Lorimer had married
her and she was his wife, and-and
she had an interest in whatever the
Did chap in England might have left
10 her husband!
The notion struck Curran all of q
heap. He was whiting viciously at
q splinter Of pine.
"What a chanceW said he, as he
threw away the pine splinter. "Lon-
ner would leave all he had to his
wife. That's the kind Of fool he is.
Then, supposing something was to
happen to him-upset in rapids or
ost on the barrens, or-or-he
meets some accidentl Then the wo-
nan owns the whole shooting match.
II she married another husband ne
could put his finger in the pie. She'd
be only too glad to marry again and
i've in a house and get all the grub
she wanted-ro trouble about thatW
He pushed mis- slouch hat back on
mis- head, His forehead was rather