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UNCLE TAKES A HAND
By Frank Filson.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
George Chapin was reading a
letter from his married sister as
he sat in his bachelor apartment,
and he scratched his head in evi
"My dear George," sister
wrote, "we are in great trouble
about Walter. He has had a ter
rible quarrel with his father
"Mrs. Chapin!" Exclaimed the
about some dreadful act
ress whom he says he is engaged
to be married to, and Philip
you know how hasty he is has
ordered hjm out of the house.
,You know Walter may expect to
inherit a comfortable fortune, and
it is natural that this woman,
Linda Manners, as she calls her
self, should want to get her fin
gers on it. Now, George, you are
a man of forty-five, and of ripe
experience. She lives in your
town. Can't you go to her and
find out whether a sufficient in
ducement would persuade her to
leave Walter alone? And don't
forget to tell her that if she mar
ries Walter he won't get a penny
of his father's fortune."
There was a tap on the door
and, as George Chapin put the
letter aside, a young man enter
ed. He was a good looking boy,
in his early twenties, and George
was uncommonly fond of him.
"Hello, Walter," he said, ris
ing and offering him his hand.
"Sit down. So you've been get
ting into another scrape, eh?"
"Please don't allude to my
fiancee, Miss Manners, as a
scrape, Uncle George," replied
the young man with dignity.
"Well, Walter, we won't quar
rel over words. But do you real
ize that you are up against a se
rious predicament? How are you
going to earn a living if your
father disinherits you?'
"Uncle," said the young man
impressively, "if you once saw
Linda Miss Manners, I think
you'd agree with me that she's
worth sacrificing any amount of
"Well, where is she?" his
"At the Lyric theater," answer
ed his nephew. "Say, uncle, what
did mother write you?"
"She wrote me that-r-Oh, the
devil, Walter, I'm no hand at in
trigue. Read it," said his uncle,
thrusting the letter into the
Walter Hampton read it and