White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-01-16

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CONTINUED from Last Week.
After moment he stopped the
trembling of his lips by pressing his
clenched fist against them, and turned
the light low. Then he went to the
door and sent a passerby for the un-
dertaker.
Three or four days later, Judge
Proctor, who never had been Judge
but was everybodys lawyer, met
Hugh and the three Morgans at The
Lariat, to read the will. Bookie had
written it himself, about three weeks
previous to his death.
which comes when you see the atti-
II want Hugh to have all that pos
sess. The ranch of five thousand acres
and all the appurtenances thereto.
And want him to have the ten thou
sand acres of unimproved land be-
tween the ranch and the river known
as the Old Sioux Tract. And l want
him to have The Lariat Book Store,
with all it's appurtenances, some of
which l herewith list.
"First of all, the feeling of leisure
brought by living in four walls that
are lined with hooks.
Second, the calm feeling that
comes when you know that everything
va, hove +bourbt IN o,,ffarod hoe hoan
thought and suffered before and set
down in books that are under your
roof.
''Third, the voice of the river which
tells more than Homer ever dreamed.
Fourth, the pictures that every day
pass the windows Of The Lariat..
Fifth, the solicitude for Wyoming
tude of it's citizens toward books and
the understanding of these people
which comes when you realize what
they refuse to read.
GAIL these with the ranch and the
Old Sioux Tract go to Hugh, with one
proviso. That from the date Of my
death for the period Of two years, civ.
ing up the business of fossil hunting,
to devote himself entirely to running
The Larit. If he refuses to do this,
direct Judge Proctor, acting as my ex-
ecutor, to dispose Of my entire prop
erty and turn the proceeds over to the
Boston Public Library, the fund to be
known by my mothers name, the
Mary Haverford Smith Memorial"
The will had been duly signed and
witnessed. Judge Proctor read the
signatures, then looked at Hugh. He
was perched on the counter as usual,
his face haggard from grief. Mrs.
Morgan looked at him, too, glancing
quickly from his somber eyes to the
uneasy fingers that worked over his
pipe bowl. Jessie looked at him, he1
gorgeous hair like masses Of rose gold
above her blue dress, with tired
shadows dominating her gaze. And
Pink looked at him, holding piece
of plug halfway to his lips.
Hugh spoke slowly. GO ahead and
sell the property, Judge. The dear old
chap had no right to do that to me-
He's even tried to bride me with the
Old Sioux Tract"
mo, Hugh! MOI" cried Jessie, sud
denly. mot such a quick decision
Sleep on til"
Jess has right to say something
about your giving away property like
that" exclaimed Pink.
Mrs. Morgan turned suddenly from
Hugh to the lawyer. isn't there some
Law to keep a man from making thA1
kind of fool of himself, Judge?" SIZE
demanded
Hugh was staring at jessie with all
the disillusion of his years of mar
riage in his eyes. "Tll sleep on it
Jessie, but warn you, l can't be
changed"
you've go to be changed" CRIED
Mrs. Morgan, and she electrified then
all by bursting into tears. She re
fused at any ones more or less earn
est solicitation to explain the tears
and after a moment she rose and lef
the store.
Hugh" began Pink, drawing {
long breath. Jessie interrupted hin
abruptly.
ooh, you run along home, Dad. 70,
just add to the confusion"
Pink was seriously offended. HI
threw the perfectly good plug of to
bacco violently out of the window. 20
course" he said, "it's yours ant
Hughes business. Come on, Judge
let's get out"
I'LL take the will along and sent
you back a copy, Hughie," said thu
Judge. "Take time to this, my boy
Old Bookie was the wisest man evel
Jessie sat facing him for long tim'
after they were left alone. Hugh hat
the feeling that everything that eithel
of them had to say to he other OF
knew"
Hugh did not reply. He remained
leaning against the book shelves ant
this or any other topic had long agt
been said. He stood with his jaw set
obstinately. And after all, Jessie salt
! something that she never had said be
fore!
"Hughie, what is it you dislik
about me?"
: Her husband did not betray his sui