Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-04-28
EIGHTH INSTALLMENT.

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hadn't the slightest idea Of the size of
her late uncle's estate, but she believed
1t to be considerable. Regardless of its
size, however, she asked herself what
benef1cent purpose could she serve by
going down there now. The Higuenes
man had volunteered to look after her
interest, the bank had recommended
him highly, so why not permit him to
be as neighborly as he wished!
Crooked Bill was quite prepared for
this change of mind. So he said Moth
ing beyond a mild inquiry as to what
reply she had sent Don Jaime Miguel
Higuenes to his charming telegram.
''Oh, told him would be happy to
have him look after my interests until
could find a man to relieve him, at
which time he would be remunerated
for his work. I also asked him to send
me a detailed account of the manner
In which Uncle Tom met his death and
instructed him to have Uncle Tom
buried in the local cemetery and send
the bill to me-"
"Hum-m!' Crooked Bill's grunt was
very skeptical. did you ask him for
any information regarding your Uncle
Toms estate?"
mo, Uncle Bill thought you'd look
after those details for me-"
"I will, honey, but have few de-
tails of my own that require looking
after. I'm up to my eyebrows in Mo-
tors and II the market goes against me
land don't like the looks of it, I'm
liable to have to go down to Texas, take
ness and try to exc out an existence
for us. I suppose you'd give me job
as your manager, wouldn't you, Bobby?"
Roberta's eyes widened. Surely, IN
Gle Bill, you're testing"
"I'm not. Neither am I lugubrious,
my dear 1t will be time enough for
that when I invite my creditors in to
gather up the pieces"
you're a strange mixture of opti-
misim and pessimism, Uncle Bill. Are
you really deep in the market?"
I'm in motors up to my eyebrows.
I have a few other lines, but motors
Is the stock that won't let your Uncle
Bill sleep well lately. You see, Bobby,
when one plays on margin and sells
short, he makes dollar share every
time the price mounts point. And the
brokers keep calling for more margin
l.. -. Well, I bought 5000 shares at
give hundred and fifty thousand
dollars" Roberta interrupted.
We'll the stock has gone up to
"A loss of 80 points s4oO,OoOI Oh,
Uncle Bill"
Roberta came to the old man and
put her fair arms around his leathery
neck I'm Uncle Toms heir. At least
he wrote me to that effect once when
he was very I'LL"
THE time he was shot by his fore
man in quarrel over participating
profits, you mean"
50 If you go bust, Uncle Bill,
you can have Uncle Toms sheep"
"a terrible heritage" Crooked Bill
replied, and shuddered. well, we'll
hope for the best, honey"
"Of course, you can sell now and
pocket your loss, can you not?"
"a true sport never knows regret,
Bobby. He always protects his bets. I
think I'll sell out my line of cotton
and steel today and use my considerable
profit to protect my other trades"
Crooked Bill Latham hung his head and
wiped his eyes carefully. Seeing what
q sport you are, Bobby, find courage
to tell you something. I've sold Hill
crest-that is, I've given my bankers a
deed under an agreement to file 1t for
record In case fail to meet my obliga-
tons to the bank-and If that inside
crowd keeps on showing motors up and
up-"
Whatever happens we'll be brave
about it, old dear" Roberta assured him
tenderly. There, there, Uncle Bill. Buck
up now"
IT tell you, Bobby, I'm so nervous
about that stock I'm afraid to go into
New York for fear I'll find myself a
babbling idiot when step of the train.
Anything can happen in this market,
and don't know what to do. felt
pretty badly when you and Glenn had
your bust-up the other night" he went
on. 81 had hoped to see you settled
for life. What happens to me doesn't
matter. A man can lie down in the
cactus, but a woman must be pro-
tected."
you darling! But don't want to be
safe. I'm young; I want to see some
thing OF life; / want adventure and
romance, and it isn't found in Glenn
Hackett's set"
Texas is the largest State in the
Union-there's plenty of room for ro-
nance there. How about this Jaime
Miguel Higuenes?"
I'm afraid I might not care for
him after all, Uncle Bill. I've made up
my mind never to become interested in
a Latin. They're so explosive and
emotional and tyrannical; they kiss
each other-the men, I mean-and
weep at things an American would find
humorous"
However, you or your legal repre-
sentative will have to go to Texas soon
and do something about those sheep"
to those sheep. Can't you wait until a
will is unearthed or the absence of one
definitely established? Glenn brought
up that point yesterday. If there is no
will / shall, Of course, as Uncle Toms
next of kin, petition for letters of ad-
n1tnistration, but until / have a letter
from Senior Higuenes it seems to me
can do nothing but mark time"
Rancho Vale Verde,
LAS Cruces Co., Tex,
June %, 1925.
Dear Miss Antrim:
experimenting my telegram of
week ago, regret to report that on the
2lst inst. your uncle, Thomas Antrim. as
the aftermath of dispute that arose
due to your uncle's alleged trespass with
his sheep on lands not owned by him.
range some 10 miles from Los Algodones
His antagonist, one Jim Higgins
emerged the victor in this sanguinary
ARRAY. From the testimony of the latter.
in addition TO that of a ranger who
arrived on the scene Immediately follow
ing the unfortunate incident, it appears,
much as / regret to say so, that Mr.. An
trim was very much the aggressor. In
fact Higgins was wounded three times
by your relative before he found himself
in position to return the fire. The
ranger brought Higgins and the body of
your uncle to Los Algodones, the county
seat, where the coroner's jury returned
a verdict of justiflable homicide.
"In accordance with your Geographic
instructions have seen TO 1t that your
uncle received Christian burial in Odd
Fellows Cemetery.
"Being at this time confined to my
home with a slight indisposition, di-
rected my general manager to call upon
your uncle's foreman in charge OF some
10000 sheep on the range and inform