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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 18, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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den and his modest salary as an ar
chitectural draftsman. "Why, my
dear, the world is ours!"
At that same moment Guy Wad
ham was seated in his room at the
town hotel. He looked blear-eyed
and anxious as he bent over a lot of
documents and account books. Guy
was recovering from one of his peri
odical drinking bouts. A letter from
his uncle had checked him up short.
Mr. AsKe had written from a place
called Beacon, saying that he would
leave there Teusday evening and af
ter a brief stop at his home would
come on to Linden. Therefore he
might pop in on Guy at any moment.
What worried Guy was that he
might not have time to doctor up his
accounts so as to present the usual
plausible showing of profits with
which he usually suceeded in "pulling
the wool over the eyes of the credu
lous old fellow I"
"He'll get here before I am in trim
for a showdown," muttered Guy. "If
he left Beacon last night ,as he wrote,
I may expect him here any hour. If
he stayed over there it means twenty
four hours more of a leeway for me."
Guy wired to the hotel at Beacon,
where he knew his uncle usually put
up, making the Inquiry: "Has William
Ashe left Beacon?"
It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon
when he received the following reply:
"He died last night"
For a few minutes Guy Wadham
was shocked. He knew his uncle had
not been in very good health for sev
eral years. This, however, was very
sudden. Selfish, heartless as he was,
Guy was stunned mentally.
Then he rushed down to the cafe
of the hotel. He had refrained from
drink since morning, so that should
his uncle arrive unexpectedly he
would not trace any signs of liquor.
Now all care went to the winds. Of
course he must go at once to Beacon.
However, no train left until 7 o'clock
the next morning. As he "fired up"
a spirit of exultation possessed him.
He knew that Mr. Ashe had -named
im In his will as a chief beneficiary
Huzza for opulence! Goodby to twist
ing and turning to pay his debts!
Half seas over, Guy phoned half a
dozen of his choicest friends. Birds of
a feather, they quicked flocked to-L
"We'll have one grand jubilee," de
clared Guy. "In a day or two,, feK
lows, I'll be back here with overflow-'
ing money bags of that accommodatr
ing old fossil uncle of mine, who has
kicked the bucket just at the right
moment to lift me out of my money
"Good for the old codger!" roared'
a strident chorus and Guy joined in
the toast.
Just as their jollity was at its high
est a man poked his head in past the
half-open door, unperceived. He saw
and listened. His aged face grew
stern and then furious. He left the
corridor and then the hotel.
Bartley Moore and his wife were
just locking up the house when there
came a ring at the doorbell. As they
reached the threshold a quavering
voice articulated:
"Don't you know me, Bartley?"
'Why, it's Uncle William!" ex
claimed his nephew. "Come in, come
Mr. Ashe staggered into the cozy,
parlor and sank to a chair apparently
"Give me time," he panted. "I'm
crushed! That Guy!" and amid anger
and indignation he gave to Bartley
an intelligible clue to the situation.
"This is Laura," said Bartley.
Uncle William arose and extended
a trembling hand. His eyes fell Upon
that fair face and he put out both
hands pleadingly, brokenly.
"I've come to find friends," he said.
"Am I welcome?"
She kissed him in reply. She com
forted him amid his troubles. Not a
word against Guy Wadham con
cerning him Mr. Ashe knew all.
Two days of quiet peace and har
mony, a stern arraignment of the in
grate Guy, who now realized, that ti6

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