Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-07-29
CHAPTER l
Esif Mr.. STANLEY G.. Fulton


sA9f7ERE was thoughtful frown on
s the face Of the man who was the
no1aeSoor Of twenty million dollars. He
7wna q tall, spare man. with fringe
.ot fe0dieh-brown hair encrcing bald
1p6t His blue eyes, fixed Just now In
~ steady gaze upon Tow OF non-
0orous law books across the room.
sV0fe friendly and benevolent in direct
seoJ3tradiction to the bulldog. never-le let
X ~ hkhting. qualities OF the square Jaw
Below the Arm rather thin lips.
h The lawyer. a youthfully alert man
\ ~ eixty years trinity gray rs to garn.
+ kajr and mustache. sat idly watching
E. ye, WITH eyes osSd tha, iooEHa To- ts' so IN
FOR fully five minutes the two men
ma been pulling at their cigars in
o31chce when the mi iionaire spoke
"Ncd What am / goins to do with
Into the lawyers listening eyes
inising glance usually reserved for me
witness on the other side. Then quietly
came the answer.
Spend it yourself. hope--for some
years to come. STANLEY. ,,.
Mr. Stanley G. Fulton was gully OF
- ehrug and an uplifted eyebrow.
.sTkanks. Very pretty. and appre-
& efate IT, Of course. But ! cant wear
but one suit of clothes. at time, nor
cat but one dnner-which; by the way.
Just now consists of somebody's health
Hons don't really what you might call
melt away at that rate.
The lawyer frowned.
sShucks, Fulton! he expostulated:
With an irritable twist Of his hand .
thought better of you than that, This
poor rich mans 'one-suit; one-dlNo.r..
doetnt suit your style Better cut It
IA! right; Cut it. is% The ,,n MAJ .eo
= l la N
al. X asked you what was to become
7 81 NV money after Id done sunnd Dg
Il niysel.-the little that is left o.
course
flashed that keenly scrutinizing glance
.sWhat was il. Fulton? \ midnir'
rabbit or a wedge of mince pt" uo' ,ji'
mother used to make? why. ran ai,Ne;
It's only little matter Of ind!ges-on,
There are lot os good dars and good
dinners coming to you yet"
The millionaire made wrN. Facs
VERY likely--if I survive the his
cults. But. seriously. Ned I'm in r7r'"-
eat. No. ] don't think Tn ~o'"~ -
adae--yet awhile. But I ran across roung
Dixby last nisht-got him home, +,
little wife. Talk about your maudin
s'Yes. I know, Too bad. too bad
Hmm; well, that's what one NIL
=
lot mine. when I get through with
-.sY see" The lawyers Iips came to-
gather 4 little grimly. you've not
made your will, believe
\ mo. Dreaded it,. somehow. Funny
how q man'l' fight shy of little hing
nike that. isn't It? And when were SO
mighty particular where it goes while
we're living!''
'sYes. know, you're not the only
enA You have relatives-somewhere'
3 S&urtk back East. They'd get it, I sup
pose--without will.
why don't you marry?
The. mil ionaire repeated the wrH
fAee of mop,ent before.
I'm not = marrying man. J never die
care much for women. and--lm not
fool enough to think that woman
would be apt to fall in love with my
bald head. Nor am ! obliged enougf
~ care to hand the millions over tc
the woman that falls in love with them
tAking me a 'ong as the necessary Sacl
that holds the gold II it cones &c
that, I'D rather risk the cousins. They
1t least. are of my own blood. and they
didn't angle to get the money
You know them
.Never saw EN-"
why. not pick out bunch of col
Alkges and endow them?"
The millionaire shook his head
Doesn't appeal to me. somehow. on
of course It ought to, butt just doesn't
That's all. Maybe II was col eg'
man myself; but-well. had to dig TO
what education l got"
are nuimbsrless organizations that
1te stopped abruptly at the others up
lifted hand.
eorganizations. Good heavens,