The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-06-30
CHAPTER II.

dressing gown, put on his coat, ant
had turned to his camera when Flodi,
came back
There's a desperate old firt GU
there to see you, Mr.. Bonistelle-Mr
Doremus"
"Doremus?" Hall searched his mem
DRY. What does he look like-a bill
collector"
mo, he's just nice old man with
a side-whisker effect, trimmed with &
gold chain in scallops, and he stares
at you over the top of his glasses"
Hall sighed well, have him in
I'll settle him!"
Mr.. Doremus, grave and precise
looked about for chair, and sat down
deliberately. He searched in the in
side pocket of his frock coat as he
first opportunity to communicate with
you, Mr.. Bonistelle. Unluckily, how
ever, l could not get you on the tele-
phone this morning." Still his hand
CROPPED in his pocket, like a dog at a
woodchuck's hole.
MOI" Hall remarked impatiently
81 suppose l wasn't up"
Doremus brought forth a long en-
velope. Solemnly he spoke, looking
over the tops of the rubber bows
"Mr. Bonistelle, l have the honor of
being the attorney for the estate of
your uncle, the late John Beasley
Bonistelle."
A mental thunderbolt struck the
room, and Hall, shocked and fright
ened, could, only gasp: "Er-is there
any news about the will, Mr.. Doremus?
Here, have cigar!"
Doremus looked up and nodded
gravely. Eyes, the will has been found,
Mr. Bonistelle, at last!" He tapped
the paper in his hand 1T was discov-
cred this morning at eight twenty
seven o'clock. You see l have been
prompt, sir
Hall restrained an overwhelming
curiosity. Where did you find it?" he
asked family.
"Ah, curious. Most curious. An &C.
centric man, your uncle, Mr.. Boni-
fact, if you will believe me, between
the leaves of his own book mean, of
course, the one he wrote himself
Race Suicide and How to Prevent 1t,
l believe it is called l have not yet
had the pleasure of reading it."
Mr.. Doremus stopped, and gave the
young man steady inspection. Il
do hot will hn
eight upon the fourth of May, Mr..
Bonistelle. Am l correct?"
Eyes. Tomorrow. Why?"
Mr.. Doremus solemnly held up his
hand. "Wait!" he commanded. LET
me, before l go through the whole
document read this one clause"
Flodie, peeping through the door
was breathlessly listening. Hall was
growing white.
'Er-here it isl Mr.. Doremus pro- |
ceeded to read soberly. 1.-THE residue
of my estate l leave to my beloved
nephew, Hall Cutler Bonistelle, on con-
dition that he is married before he
reaches the age of twenty-eight |
years."
I'll, / ku0W IL. NGll, IL oil
then-just my luck!"
If, however, at the beginning of
his twenty-eighth birthday he is still
unmarried, this residue shall be the
property of my beloved cousin, Jonas
Hassingbury, as testimony to our
youthful friendship" Mr.. Doremus
looked up.
Hall was scowling. Lets see it,"
he demanded, and he took the instru-
ment, and read the clause over to him
self, while Mr. Doremus' eyes drifted
slowly about the apartment. "How
much will the residuary legatee re-
ceive?" Hall asked weakly.
"Oh, upward of four millions, ex-
pect," said Mr. Doremus with JUNCTION.
And lose all that, just because I'm
q single mani Hall dropped, limp
and gloomy into chair.
Mr.. Doremus bowed soberly. Your
uncle he'd strong views, Mr.. Boni-
stelle. He firmly believed in marriage.
He thought it duty He maintained
high ideals for the future of the race"
ooh, for heavens sake!" cried Hall,
Il know all about that. Didn't Uncle
John talk me to death on the subject?
Why didn't he get married himself"
IAN unfortunate love-affair, l un-
derstand, prevented his putting his
own theories into practice" said Dore-
nus. II think-mind, do not say so
oositively-but it Is possible that, had
you understand, his pc
,uliar theories"
ACTED accordingly?" said Hall.
Married on the chance of becoming
ais heir? Bright idea! But it's too late
low. Lord!" I
ut is, as you say, too late, practical
y, presume" Mr.. Deremus remarked,
but, legally, l must remind you that
he time has not yet expired. You
AVE until midnight, you understand,
n which to qualify for the Inheritance. ,
duch has been done in fourteen hours,
ar. Bonistelle."
Fourteen hours!" Hall repeated.