The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1915-06-22
excitement, tiptoed back into the Of.

fee.
Mr.. Doremus deposited the paper
upon the table. well, I shall leave
you this copy to inspect at your
leisure. You may not be aware that
am justice of the peace, Mr.. Boni-
stelle. l shall be quite willing to &C
commodate you, should you find a
bride. think / could perform as cred
| table a ceremony as any clergyman
at half price!" He chuckled at the
| idea.
Hall, in no mood for jests, rose and
| followed him. where's Cousin Jonas
Mr.. Hassingbury? ne asked. Lord,
ne ought to be a happy man, about
now!"
Mr.. Doremus paused. II took the
first opportunity of telegraphing to.
Mr.. Hassingbury," he said, informing
him Of the provisions of ]. B. Boni-
stelle's will. 1 requested his immedi-
ate appearance in town, and have no
doubt that he will arrive here some
| time during the day"
Think Of that old hypocrite getting
all that money!" Hall exclaimed.
| Lord it makes me ill-he'll be a thou
sand times more disgusting than ever,
with his religious bosh and his charity
| talk"
Mr. Doremus lifted an eloquent fin
| ger CAS- an executor, you understand
/ must preserve an attitude of strict
| impartiality," he admonished. cat the
| same time, IN my private capacity,
confess that am on the side of youth.
Four millions-ah, one could indulge
ones youthful dreams!" He shook
| his head sentimentally. Isl la jeu-
nesse savait, 81 la v1eillesse pouvait!"
Hall watched him, half-amused.
'Say, Doremus, you're all right" Mr..
Doremus was looking over his Shout
der to get a glimpse of Flodie. Hall
had an idea. 81 say" he suggested,
"why not come around here tonight,
and we'll have wake over my lost in
heritance. I'm giving a small party,
you know. just few Of my clients,
and an actress or two"
| "Well, well! 1t might remind me of
old times" Mr. Doremus offered his
hand. 81 think 1 shall come. 1t may
renew my youth. All, Mr.. Bonistelle,
you might not believe it, but I've wait
| ed at the stage door myself, in my
| time!"
'Ill bet you have, old sport! and got
away with it, too" said Hall, laugh
ing. Come along, then, I'll set them
on you'll"
'But meanwhile, don't forget that I'm
justice of the peace!" Mr.. Doremus
gave Hall poke in the ribs, grinned,
| bowed and went out, with a youngish
smile at Flodie as he fourished
through the office.
No sooner was the door shut than
Hall Bonistelle exploded. well, Flo
| die, it's all up! It's back to the farm
for minei Isn't that just my luck?"
a lively hope had blossomed in Flo
dies heart She was pale and trepid.
Il couldn't quite hear" she answered,
assembling; what was it?"
-Four and half million dollars
gone to the devil just by a 1uke-
that's all! By jove, it's an outraged"
Flodie stood twisting her hands
nervously. "You don't mean you're
going to let that" Flodie stopped
just in time; her mind had run away
with her lips. ooh, Mr.. Bonistelle,
mean you don't mean that mean old
Jonas Hassingbury's going to get that
money"
eyes, confound him! The psalm
singing, holier-than-thou old hypo-
critic! Four millions. Flodie! Think
of it! Good Lord, isn't it ferocious?
And if that will had only been found
when Uncle John debut Lord,
what's the use of talking" He walked
doggedly back into the studio, and
gave vicious swing to his camera.
Flodie Fisher followed him in, then
stood looking at him pensively. She
spoke slowly, softly, deliberately.
"Why don't you go ahead and get the
money, Mr.. Bonistelle?"
Get the money? How?"
"Why, get married." Flodie turned
suddenly crimson.
''Why, who in the world would have
me?"
F1odie swallowed down a lump in
her throat. "Oh," she said, I'm sure
| thOAC . OOAhO i1lSO gu WIZ u UO oO
proud to marry you. Mr.. Bonistelle!"
well, I don't know how I'm to
| find her-and I've got deuced little
time to look. Why, do you realize
that I've only got till midnight to do
| the whole thing in?" He went up to
her "And do you imagine that any
woman would want to be married in
that way?"
"Oh, when you're in love, it doesn't
matter how soon"
"a hurricane wooing, Ell? By jove,
| I wonder" He stared at her with a
new light in his eyes. Say, you real
| ly think 1 could get away with it?
| Why, / never"
ooh, you could do anything, Mr..
Bonistelle. I'm certain you could"
''Do you know of any woman who'd