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THE ONLY LIFE"
1 By Hester Worthington
J' (Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"Rich, eh?" -. ..
, "A regular Croesus, they say just
inherited something like three mil
lions." "What is he doing in this dead
6 "Why, a partt of the estate of his
?uncje is located here. Young Tal
ccott has come here to settle it up.
Closed up most of it. You remem
ber Col. Ransom? Used to liye here
big house on the hill. Regular bar
racks, empty for years. Talcott
Wants to sell it"
1 The object of all this discussion,
jLysle Talcott, had appeared at Rush
ton in the semblance of a young na
'bob. There -was no doubt that he
'was a most fortunate heir, for the
Ransom estate was conservatively
' estimated at over a million.
Talcott had found .little difficulty
''in disposing of two farms and some
central business" property, for he was
'filling to give bargains. His wealth
;liad come to him unexpectedly and
(it' had dazzled him. When he was at
his home in the city the first word of
'iis heavy inheritance had become
known, he had been taken up by a
, certain fashionable set who wor
shiped Mammon. The Winston fam
ily had especially set about to make
'him welcome into their social circle.
Beatrice Winston, handsome as a
houri, had made court to him and he
Talcott was anxious to get through
' with his business at Rushton and re
: turn to the city and its rare whirl of
' excitement He had been always
poor. Now, with unlimited means at
his call, he thought of the one fea
ture of "having a good time."
He was not quite so anxious after
the first week of his stay at Rushton.
Business had brought him in contact
with an old lawyer, Cyrus Deane,
and, incidentally, with his daughter
Mabel. Prom the first moment his
eyes rested on her sweetly beautiful
face he never forgot its charming
outlines. Had its been the old strug
gling Talcott that had thus come
across this gentle creature, his heart
would have been wholly lost As it
was, the lure of "the only life," the
fascination of the siren-like Beatrice
Winston, held him in a balance, sway
He had finished up his business at
Rushton and had arranged to leave
"May I Intrude?"
the next day. During his stay he had
been given a room back of the hotel
office, provided with a desk and
chairs, for the convenience of those
who had dealings with the estate. He
had just finished writing a letter as
there came a timid knock at the door.
It stood partly open and iramed a
vision of grace and loveliness that
brought him instantly to his feet
"Miss Deane!" he exclaimed, his
i face alight with genuine pleasure.
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