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"To find that old coat is to recov
er papers that will prove our joint
ownership to property worth $50,
000," said Wallace seriously. "A sto
ry and a half house painted yellow
an old lady with a Paisley shawl,"
he added memorizingly, half to him
self. "I shall start on my quest at
So, first, Wallace Brierly went to
Springfield. He had secured an auto
mobile and made a regular business
of his difficult task. For three weeks
he traversed all the main thorough
fares leading out like spokes in a
wheel from his starting point. Alas!
the fashion in houses had not
changed. There were any number
of one and a half story structures,
and many of them painted yellow.
But the fashion in wraps had
changed. Only some ancient dame
retained possession of that olden
badge of dignity and substantiality
a Paisley shawl. Few wore them,
however. They were heirlooms, rel
egated to obscurity, and this, the
chief clue, utterly failed to mate
rialize. One day ah, he would never for
get it! He had arrived late Satur
day evening at a little town called
Fairview. He was wearied and un
decided, almost discouraged, as he
awoke the next morning He loi
tered around the hotel till about
noon and then strolled along the
pretty main street of the peaceful
town, more for the sake of exercise
than with any investigatory spirit
A church ended its services and
the attendants were dispersing as he
neared it. Farmers from a distance
were driving off in wagons and anti
quated surreys. Two ladies had just
been helped into an old-fashioned
phaeton. The weather was quite crisp
and chilly. As the elder of the two
ladies took her place she drew out
from under the seat cushion a
A Paisley shawl! And having a
white center and "curlicues," and a
I fringe! Wallace Brierly sprang into
action as if shot from a gun, but the4
phaeton had started up. Before-he
could overtake it the rig had turned
a corner and was lost to view, com
mingled with other vehicles.
"That phaeton!" he panted, rush
ing up to the man who had helped
the ladiesinta the vehicle "the lady
with the Paisley shawl!"
The man whose arm he had seized
in his fervor of urgent excitement
stared at his wild-eyed, breathless in
terlocutor in profound surprise.
"Why, yes," he spoke slowly, "Mrs.
Esmond and her daughter."
"Do do they live in a story and a
half house painted yellow?" bolted
out Wallace tumultously.
"They da, one mile down the road,
where yeu saw them turn," was the
rejoinder, and then the informant
found himself alone, staring marvel
ingly after the erratic Wallace, who
had dashed away forthwith.
Mrs. Mary Esmond, widow, and
her daughter, Leila, pretty as a pic
ture, were quite astonished half an
hour later to be overtaken, just as
they were putting up the old family
horse, by the breathless, perspiring
Wallace Brierly. He apologized for
his urgency "one story and a half
house" "painted yellow" "Paisley
shawl" did they remember a fever
ed, hungered tramp who had fallen at
their doorstep such and such a length
of time back?
"Why, yes, the poor fellow!" re
plied Mrs. Esmond. "He made me
think of my dead son. I put out his
old overcoat for our unfortunate
guest. The next morning he was
"And often since I have hoped it
kept him warm, and that he found
home and friends," spoke Leila Es
mond, and Wallace Brierly, reverenc
ing her for her gentle pity for a be
loved brother, thought her face wore
the divine glory of some angel.
"He was my only brother," spoke
Vallace. "He left his old coat be-f
J hind him here.."
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