Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-08-10

pose he is-would In all probability re-
the rest of it,
Refuse? l should think so. I'm
just as certain father was insane when
he made that will as I am that I'm
alive. If he wasn't, do you suppose
he would have put us and the estate
in the carr of a down east jay? It's
uncomfortable! It's ridiculousl Think
of It! Suppose this uncle Of ours had
accepted. Suppose he had come to
town here and any of our friends had
met him. This Is our guardian, Cap
tain Warren Of Punkin Centre.
pleased to meet ye,' says Uncle Lish.
'How's taters? Horrors! Say, Caro-,
you haven't told any one, Malcolm or
his mother or any one, have your"
"Of course not, Steve. You know l
wouldn't"
swell, don't They needn't know it,
now or at any other time. Graves will
probably get himself appointed, and
he's respectable If he is an old fogy.
Well worry along till I'm twenty-one,
and then-well, then I'll handle our
business myself"
He was on his way to the telephone
when the doorbell buzzed.
"Gad, there's Graves now!' he ex-
claimed. Now l suppose I'll have to
stay. Wen hear about dear Uncle
Lish, won't we? oh. joy"
But the staid butler when he en-
tered the library did not the
lawyers name.
Mrs. Corcoran Dunn and Mr.. Nal
colm," he said. "Win you see them.
Miss Gardiner"
The young lady's face lit up.
Certainly. Edwards" she said.
"Show them-oh, Mrs. Dunn, I'm so
glad to see you! 1t was ever so good
of you to come. And Malcolm"
my dear child she cried, "how
could l stay away? We have spoken
of you and Stephen SO often this morn
ing. We know how lonely you must
be, and Malcolm and 1 decided we
must run in on you after lunch. Didn't
we, Malcolm?"
Malcolm Corcoran Dunn, her son,
was a blond young man with a rather
indolent manner
"Sure, mater!'' he said calmly.
"How dye do, Caroline? 10, Steve!'
The quartet shook hands. Mrs.
Dunn sank creakingly into a chair and
gazed about the
"My dear" said Mrs. Dunn, address
ing Caroline, "how are you getting on?
How are your nerves? Is all the
dreadful settling over?"
Every nearly, thank goodness!"
'"Fhat's a mercy. | should certainly
have been here yesterday to help you
In experimenting and arranging and
so on, but 1 vas suffering from one of
hearts, and you know what they
are"
Her son turned from the window.
II say, mother he declared YEARLY,
II do wish you wouldn't speak of your
vital organs in the plural Any one
would imagine you were a sort of
freak, like the two headed boy at the
circus. It's positively distressing"
Stephen laughed. He admired young
Dunn immensely. Mrs. Dunn sighed.
Don't, Malcolm, dear" she pleaded.
"You sound so unfeeling. One not ac-
quainted with your real kindness of
heart
"Oh. drop it." interrupted Malcolm.
Lets omit the heart interest. This
isn't a clinic. l say, Steve, how do you
like the new fat? 1t is a fiat, isn't it?"
Stephen turned red. His sister col
ored and bit her lip. Mrs. Dunn hasten
ed to the rescue.
"Horrors!.'' she exclaimed. "Mal-
colin, you really are insufferable. Flat!
He will have his joke. Malcolm, apollo
gize!"
The command was sharp, and her
son obeyed it.
Caroline is tired out, I'm sure" said
Mrs. Dunn. "a little fresh air will do
her good. I was going to suggest that
Malcolm and she and Stephen go for a
short ride. Our car is at the door, it's
not at all a bad afternoon and the out
Ing will be just what you need"
"Thank you, Mrs. Dunn" said Caro-
line gratefully. II should like to. In
deed, / should. But we have been ex-
pecting a business call from Mr.. Graves,
fathers lawyer, and
"Oh, come on, sis !" interrupted Ste
phen. I'm dying to get out Of this
jail. Let old Graves wait If he comes.
We won't be long, and, besides, it's not
that he is coming today. Come
on |"
"I'm afraid l ought not, Steve. Mr..
Graves may come and-and 1t seems
too bad to trouble our friends"-
Its not trouble, it's pleasure" urged
Mrs. Dunn. Malcolm will be delight
ed. 1t was his idea"
When Caroline and her brother had
gone for their wraps Mrs. Dunn laid a
hand on her sons arm.