The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1923-01-19

you, but you see this is an important
matter. Now, how can you show me
that you are John Waterford?'
'The record of my service in the
police, sir" answered John, and Mr..
Lawson smiled.
"Of course, do not doubt you," he
said again, "but even if we assume
name-which I don't doubt-how can
you prove that you are the John Wa
terford for whom we are seeking?'
John was silent. He did not know
what to say. Mr.. Lawson resumed.
Il may say that have been In Eng
land recently; in fact, my cousin, Ar
thur Farrell, was your fathers lawyer,
and so l am personally acquainted
with the members of your family, in
Guiding Miss Ethel Darlington, a young
lady who should certainly stimulate
your memory"
why, sfr2" asked John.
Because, under the terms Of the
will, you are to inherit the property
subject to one condition-that you ask
Miss harrington to be your wife with
in six months. You are not, of course,
married, Mr.. Waterford? That would
exclude you from the inheritance"
mo, sir!" said John, trying to think
hard.
Then. no doubt, you can answer a
few questions. Your mothers maiden
name? Good Your fathers family;
how many brothers and sisters did he
have? Three? Correct again. And
your mothers family consisted of?
Correct, Mr.. Waterford. / see that
these proceedings are going to be only
formality. So many impostors, you
know! You will pardon me for hav-
ing to put you to this ordeal. Where
were you educated?"
Elton" snapped John Waterford.
The lawyer looked at him in aston
ishment.
Il meant mean Harrow" said
John hastily. "My memory played me
trick"
The lawyer turned the pages Of a
memorandum book.
snow, as to your mother-was she
dark or fair? Dark, you say? Well,
it depends, of course, on what one
means by dark. Now, Mr.. Waterford,
answer me this: What was the full
name of your brother who died in in
fancy?"
81 knew once, but can't remember"
faltered John.
Mr.. Lawson glared at him indig-
nantly.
"You have betrayed yourself. You
never had brother. You are an i'm
poster, SIR" he stormed. leave this
office at once, or rll-I'll have you In
dicted for conspiracy. Leave me, you
unspeakable scOundrel. you cuckoo,
trying to foist yourself into another
nest ~
With dOwncast head John made for
the door, and the indignant old man
hurled yituperations after him until he
had closed it behind him. But when
John reached the street his face was
radiant. !.
He had made his choice, as once be-
fore, between money and love, and
again he had chosen love. But this
time he knew that he had made no
such mistake as before. Louise loved
him as poor man; he had wooed her
and AM won her. and he would never break
well, Waterford" said his captain
when he got back, ''you have good
news of yourself, hope?"
mo, SIR" John answered. 81 was
the wrong man."
1t was one month later when he rode
over the prairies toward the little cot
tage on Beaver river. He was not
alone this time, however, for beside
him rode a CHEEKY little man whose
face was the most welcome of any
within a thousand miles of Edmonton.
A knock at the cottage door and
the same greeting. And then, while
still in Johns arms, Louise catches
sight of the stranger and bushes like
rose, and hides her face in her low
er's shoulder. 1t is there that she
hears her fathers greeting:
"Bonjour, John. Bonjour, Monsieur
lie Cure. Come in and eat, and after
supper we shall be three married peo-
pie"
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