The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-10-20
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES,
CYRIL BLAIR'S PLAN
BY HAROLD CARTER.
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When Cyril Blair saw a stylishly
gowned young woman look at the
brass plate which adorned his Office
door, hesitate, and then enter, he as
sumed an air of intense preoccupa-
ton. This is a common habit of
young lawyers who can still count the
cases that they have had upon the
fingers Of their hands.
He rose and bowed courteously as
she entered. He recognized her as
Miss Nancy Lawrence, girl with
high school connections In the town.
She sat down and looked at him rath-
er in wonder.
''You look very young to be law
yer, Mr.. Blair" she began.
Il assure you that will not invali-
date my plea before the court" he
answered, smiling.
well" she said, suppose tell you
my case. You see, wanted a young
lawyer, an un-" She flushed and bit
her lip.
"An unknown young man." he fin
ished for her.
well, you see, I don't want my
action generally known, and even the
lawyers in this town seem to stand
together. My father, Colonel Law
renee, you know, was very rich. He
had a million, in fact"
Eyes," said the lawyer attentively.
II am twenty next month, and I'M
der his will the property is in the
care of Jim White, as he is known,
until am Of age or-or marry. Well,
father trusted him implicitly, but
everyone knows he is connected with
those new dishonest oil companies. So
asked him for an accounting. And he
behaved horribly. He laughed at me-"
THE scoundrel!" exclaimed Cyril,
and then wondered why he had spok-
en- with so much warmth.
HE reminded me that he had the
absolute investment of my property
under the will for another year." con-
tinued the girl, land he said that
even if he made mistake he would
not be accountable. And I can't tell
you what else he did"
"a legal adviser has the same priv
leges of confidence as priest or doc
tor" said the young lawyer senten-
tiously.
well, then, he tried to kiss mel"
snapped the girl. "And. know he
means to invest all my money in those
wicked companies"
Well deal with him, Miss Law
renee" said Cyril. Leave him to
me. shall examine the will this aft
ernoon and go up to town the first
thing in the morning to show him he
has got hold of the wrong end Of the
stick
A brief examination OF the will con-
vinced Cyril that the scoundrel had
absolute right over the property.
However, he ran up to town and had
an interview with him. The young
man was no match for the hardened
old BLACKBOARD. The colonel had kept
inside the law by the skin of his
teeth; he admitted that the future
of the oil companies was doubtful, but
said that he could make them sue
coed by putting three-quarters of a
million into them, which he proposed
to do.
"You are a scoundrel, sir!" flashed
out Blair.
"Prove1t," snapped the colonel.
"Out of your own mouth, SIR
"Not evidence" said the colonel,
laughing and biting off the end of
cigar. mot evidence. You haven't
dictaphone and a stenograDher in your
pocket, have you? Then, as a lawyer,
you will admit that have you
skinned However, I'm going to pull
through. don't mind telling you that
I've sunk hundred thousand of Miss
Nancy's money, and I'm going to pull
1t out with the remainder"
Blair retired, white-hot, but bafiled.
He was utterly worsted, and had the
sense to acknowledge it. He told Miss
| Nancy as much.
"It looks as though the only thing
to do is to wait another year, till you
can make him give an accounting" he
said. "Of course, we can go to law.
But he'll use your money to block our
application until he's run through with
the money and heaped up a pile for
himself. However, have an idea"
what is it?" asked the girl.
Cyril smiled. IT can't disclose it
yet" he said. TT will take perhaps
a month. He won't have run through
| much by then. You see, he's booming
the companies just now. The collapse
will be due in about three months
time. Now, I think 1 can save your
money If you trust me-"
She trusted him implicitly, SO much
so that when he said a daily confer
ence at the Office would be necessary,
Miss Nancy did not demur. But the
conferences did not seem very bust
nesslike. Yet they were sufficiently
pleasant to be continued after office
hours, at Miss Nancy's home. And
long before the month was ended they
were sure that they loved each other
When are you going to tell me the
plan?" she asked one day.
| Cyril looked steadily at her. T
have no plan," he answered.
The girl turned white do you
mean you have been deceiving me?"
she inquired, ominously calm.
| NO" he answered. I meant it at
the time. but now l see 1t is impos-
sible."
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