The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1921-02-12
The Case of
Alexander Potts
By ELIZABETH Y. MILLER

The little Engishman, riding down
town on a cross-seat of q crowded sub
way express. forgot where he was, and
proceeded to pound his knee with a
fist expressive of rapture
Like glove" he exclaimed for
the benefit of all who chose to heed.
Like bloomin nice glove, too. Who'd
"a thort It'll Who'd "a thort 1t were
possible Not me, not mel'
The excited and pleased young man
plunged anew into the newspaper
which was the source of his unusual
inspiration and read all over again the
Personal which had claimed his at
tention dnd had been the cause of his
jubilation.
There was nothing about 1t to pro-
woke violent emotion In the ordinary
citizen. 1t was dignifed simplicity it.
self:
Information Wanted-Of Alexander
Potts, namesake and heir of the late
Alexander Potts of Warwick, Austria
liza. Heir is the offspring of Alexander
ottS . VI otiiti, WIS, anu 10 It-
Neyed op good authority to be ip the
United States. Description-Blond, five
feet, five inches tall, erect carriage,
faint scar over left eyebrow, and slight
cast in the right eye. Party answer
ing this description and presenting
satisfactory proofs of Identification
will please apply at the office of Fen
wick Brown, attorney at law, liz
Broadway.
After rereadlng this item the young
man fell into a brown study which
completely held him until City Hall
station was called, when he rose and
stumbled out of the car In the wake
of the crowd, still thinking deeply.
1t was almost too simple to trace the
workings of his ingenious mind, for
the double Of Alexander Potts, Jr.,
folded his newspaper carefully, after
once more noting the address of Fem
wick Brown, attorney at law, and
tucked it into his coat-pocket.
He counted his assets proudly, one
by one-the sleek, neatly parted blond
hair. coupled with one wavering and
one steady pale-blue eye, the cast in
the right eye-ah, it was the right
eye his proudly thrown-out chest
all were as the advertisement said.
As for the rest of 1t, our young gen.
tleman (whose real name Is wholly i'm
materially thought he could satisfy
Mr.. Fenwick Brown. He hadn't herd
ed sheep under old Alexander Potts
for nothing. Wholly satisfied with his
inspection, he strobe out proudly, al
belt with beating heart, through the
city hall entrance, across the park
toward Broadway.
There was beatiflc smile on his
face, and his slant eye glistened with
fearful joy as he marched briskly
along.
II must get 1t straight, now" he was
saying to himself. ITS all Of fifteen
years since | was workin' on the
Princess Beatrice. l never card Of no
missin' heir In them days. l that the
old man 'adn't nobody to leave is
millions to.
HE never did settle with me for
this" He passed his hand over the
scar on his forehead. II got 1t the day
we united the cattle thieves for i'm.
II was stingy old cuss, all right An
I'm poor. so forgive me; 1t amt my
fault II ! looks like is missin' rela-
ton. It's the doin's Of Fyte, that's
what It Is.
In the matter Of few moments the
missing heir to the Potts estate stood
In the outer Office of Fenwick Brown,
attorney at law. parleying with an OBJ
fuse clerk, who was endeavoring testi-
" to discover his business.
sYur name, sir3" said the clerk.
TITS really impossible for you to see
Mr.. Brown unless you give your name
or some hint Of your business"
"I'll ave you tyke look at me-" he
said. smiling. ''Tyke a look and think
It over. Wot dye guess, eh?"
But the clerk guessed thing. He
was beginning to believe that he had a
lunatic to deal with. and was wonder
ing II he could do it alone.
"Oh, I'm not crazy" said the little
blond man, commencing to lose some
Of his good humor. "But It's poor de-
tective you'd make, sonny. / suppose
II John ROCKEFELLER 'imself walked In
ere you wouldn't know IN unless he
took Off Is wig and signed check
wotT"
"Your business7" said the clerk
stiffiy.
my business, young Teller, is with
Mr.. Brown"
''Mr. Brown IL busy, and we don't
take criminal cases."
"Well, tyke look at that-for
your impudence !" He thrust his paper
under the clerks nose. ibid you or
did you not print it7 Is 1t or is 1t not
bonny fidy7 Am / or am / not"
"Merciful Heavens, you arer ex-
claimed the lawyers clerk. turning al
most pale with excitement. "You arel
What fool, wait, now, let me see."
The ''heir's" good humor was re-