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By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin.
"Well, boys," spoke Stephen Dale
in a brisk, hearty wayJ'here we all
are and we will now 'proceed to the
division of the spoils!"
His three elder sons, Henry, Claud
and Montgomery, looked impressed
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"I'm Going to Divide It Up
and eager. His youngest, Jack, smil
ed in half pleased interest His broth-'
ers were dressed like well-groomed
business men, while he, clad care
lessly in homespun, bore the marks
of very recent labor in the hay field.
The four sons sat at a table facing
their father, who had at his elbow a
pile of documents and a check book.
"I have brought you all together,"
he now announced, "to tell you that,
having all of you reached man's es
tate, it is time that you should as
sume some personal independence
and responsibility. I'm not going to
leave my estate so that there will be
a family squabble over it. I'm going
to divide it up. Here. Now. Fairly."
Claud, the lawyer, who had chang
ed his name to Claudius, because he
fancied it sounded more classical,
pricked up his ears and looked se
rious. Montgomery, who in boyhood's
days was known only as Mont., a
West Point graduate, sat up at
tentive, stiff as a poker as his military
Henry, who was Hank in his early
days, but now developed into a so
ciety devotee, looked bored at the
mention of business and carefully
smoothed out a wrinkle in an im
maculate pearl colored glove.
"I'll tell you at the start," pursued
the indulgent father, "that whoever
takes Idlewild here, the family home,
will be the wise fellow in the end.
"You can have your choice, Claud,
being the eldest the home or $25,
"H'm!" observed Claudius grave
ly, "with a vast political future
ahead of me, and ready cash will best
help me reach Jie destined goal of
"Very good," nodded Mr. Dale.
"And you, Monty?"
"I," replied Montgomery with short
and snappy precision, "expect to re
ceive a general's commission in
time. The money will help me get
"And you, Hank?"
The exquisite shrugged his shoul
ders daintily as if nothing was worth
"I am devoted to club life, in debt
and need a fixed cash income, my
good father," he said, "so I fancy the
ready money will suit" me best."
"Of course I'll take the old home,
if I'm lucky enough to deserve it,"
spoke bluff, honest Jack. "If I hadn't
got it, I should have stayed around
anyhow, father, for I love every stick
and stone of it"
Stephen Dale darted a grateful, af-
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