* . ' " ^ ISSUED SBim-WISEKL^^ l. m. orist's sons. publishers. j % Jamilg Jlftcspaper: Jfor the promotion of the political, Social. Agricultural and Commercial Interests of the fPeople. {TB^0'Lii'cofvri^iLat?va,i,:l! established 1835. YORKV1LLE, S. C., FRIDAY, JANLTARY 1909. NO. ?r~^ ' ? ? *? i imctonrtinn in the home. PAP APA PAP APA PAP A*A PAP j 8R0WI 2 BY GEORGE BAR ** 4 [RICHARD Copyright, 1904, By Herbert S. Stone & PAP AHA PAP APA PAP APA PAP CHAPTER VI. it "You are both fortunate and unfortunate. Mr. Brewster," said Mr. Grant, ,l"? """if man hurl dmnnpd into nnri uic J .... r, a chair in the office of Grant & Ripley the next day. Montgomery wore a slightly bored expression, and it was ?. v lutnt that he took little interest in the will of James T. Sedgwick. From far back in tne recesses of memory he now recalled this long lost brother ot his mother. As a very small child he had seen his Uncle James upon the few < evasions which brought him to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Brewster. But the young man had dined with the Drews the night before and Barbara had had more charm for him than usual. It was of her that he was thinking when ht. walked into the office of Swearengen Jones' lawyers. The truth, is, Mr. Grant, I'd contpletely foi-gotten the existence of an uncle," he responded. "It is not surprising," said Mr. Grant genially. "Every one who knew him in New York nineteen years ago believed him to be dead. He left the city when you were a very small lad. going to Australia. I think. He was off to seek his fortune, and he needed it pretty badly when he started out. This letter from Mr. Jones comes like a message front the dead. Were it not that we have known Mr. Jones for a I long time, handling affairs of considerable importance for him, I should fee! ^ inclined to doubt the whole story. It seems that your uncle turned up in Montana about fifteen years ago and there formed a stanch friendship with old Swearengen Jones, one of the richest men in the far west. Sedgwick's will was signed on the day of his death, Sept. 24. and it was quite natural that Mr. Jones should be named as his executor. That is how we became interested in the matter, Mr. Brewster." "I see," said Montgomery, somewhat puzzled. "But why do you say that I am both fortunate and unfortunate?" ' The situation is so remarkable that you'll consider that a mild way of ^ putting it when you've heard everything. I think you were told in our note of yesterday that you are the sole heir. Well, it may surprise you to learn that James Sedgwick died possessed nf an estate valued at almost a plgeonnoie in nis ues*. ?uijum ma glasses and prepared to read. Then, as though struck by a sudden thought, he laid the paper down and turned once more to Brewster. "It seems that Sedgwick never mari led. Your mother was his sister and his only known relative of close connection. He was a man of most peculiar temperament, but in full possession of his mental faculties. You may find this will to be a strange document, but I think Mr. Jones, the executor, explains any mystery thai may be suggested by its terms. While Sedgwick's whereabouts were unknown to his old friends in New York, it seems that he was fully posted on all that was going on here. He knew that you were the only child of your mother and therefore his only nephew. He sets forth the dates of your mother's mari lage. of your birth, of the death of Robert Brewster and of Mrs. Brewster. He also was aware of the fact that old Edwin Peter Brewster intended to bequeath a large fortune to you, and thereby hangs a tale. Sedgwick b| $7,000,000." U Montgomery Brewster sat like one petrified, staring blankly at the old lawyer, who could say startling things in a level voice. "He owned gold mines and ranches in the northwest, and there is no question as to their value. Mr. Jones in his letter to us briefly outlines the history of James Sedgwick from the time he landed in Montana. He reached there in 1885 from Australia, and he was worth $30,000 or $40,000 at the time. Within five years he was the owner of a huge ranch, and scarcely had another five years passed before he was part owner of three rich gold mines. Possessions accumulated rapIdly; everything he touched turned to gold. He was shrewd, careful and thrifty, and his money was handled with all the skill of a Wall street financier. At the time of his death in Portland he did not owe a dollar in the world. His property is absolutely unii.rtnmKovD/1 cofo 9(1.1 ennnrl flS 3 ETOV ernment bond. It's rather overwhelming. isn't it?" the lawyer concluded, taking note of Brewster's expression. ^ "And he?he left everything to me?" "With a proviso." "Ah!" ^ "I have a copy of the will. Mr. Ripley and I are the only persons in New York who at preesnt know its contents. You. I am sure, after hearing it. will not divulge them without the most careful deliberation." Mr. Grant drew the document from was proud. When he lived in NewYork he was regarded as the kind of man who never forgave the person who touched roughly upon his pride. You know, of course, that your father married Miss Sedgwick in the face of the most bitter opposition on the part of Kdwin Brewster. The latter refused to recognize her as his daughter, practically disowned his son and heaped the harshest kind of calumny upon the Sedgwlcks. It was commonly believed about town that Jim Sedgwick left nnnntrv three or four veal's after this marriage for the sole reason that he and Edwin Brewster could not live in the same place. So deep was this hatred of the old man that he tied to escape killing him. It was known that upon one occasion he visited the office of Ids sister's enemy for the purpose of slaving him. but something prevent<*d. He carried that hatred to the grave, as you will see." Montgomery Brewster was trying to gather himself together from within the fog which made himself and the world unreal. "I helieve I'd like to have you read this extraor?the will, Mr. Grant." he said, with an effort to hold his nerves in leash. AHA ?A? A*A ?A? A?A *A* AIJA __ R M'CUTCHEON J GREAVES) jj Company. ? A*A *A* A*A *A* A*A *A* A*A Mr. Grant cleared his throat and be- I p-nn in his still voice. Once he looked | up to find his listener eager, and again to find him grown indifferent. He wondered dimly if this were a pose. In brief, the last will of James T. Sedgwick bequeathed everything, real and personal, of which he died possessed to his only nephew, Montgomery Brewster of New York, son of Robert and Louise Sedgwick Brewster. Supplementing this all important clause there was a set of conditions governing the final disposition of the estate. The most extraordinary of these conditions was the one which required the heir to be absolutely pen' niless upon the twenty-sixth anniversary of his birth, Sept. 23. The instrument went into detail in respect to this supreme condition. It set forth that Montgomery Brewster W?LS lO nave I1U UlUCl nunui> sion than the clothes which covered him on the September day named. He was to begin that day without a penny to his name, without a single article of jewelry, furniture or finance that he could call his own or could thereafter reclaim. At 9 o'clock. New York time, on the morning of September 23 the executor, under the provisions of the will, was to make over and transfer to Montgomery Brewster all of the | moneys, lands, bonds and interests mentioned in the inventory which accompanied the will. In the event that Montgomery Brewster had not in every particular complied with the requirements of the will to the full satisfaction of the said executor. Swearengen Jones, the estate was to be distributed among certain institutions of charity designated in the instrument. Underlying this imperative injunction of James Sedgwick was plainly discernible the motive that prompted it. In almost so many words he declared that his heir should not receive the fortune if lie possessed a single penny that had come to him in any shape or form from the man he hated, Edwin Peter Brewster. While Sedgwick could not have known at the time of his death that the banker had bequeathed $1,AAA AAA ~ n>i?net/loAn If- XVQ C lYini'A VUWtVVV III ma ^uitiviouii, aw ...w.w than apparent that he expected the young man to be enriched liberally by his enemy. It was to preclude any possible chance of the mingling of his fortune with the smallest portion of Edwin P. Brewster's that James Sedgwick on his deathbed put his hand to this astonishing instrument. There was also a clause in which he undertook to dictate the conduct of Montgomery Brewster during the year leading up to his twenty-sixth anniversary* He required that the young man should give satisfactory evidence to the executor that he was capable of managing his affairs shrewdly and wisely; that he possessed the ability to add to the fortune through his own enterprise; that he should come to his twenty-sixth anniversary with a fair name and a record free from anything worse than mild forms of dissipation; that his habits be temperate; that he possess nothing at the end of the year which might be regarded as a "visible or invisible asset;" that he make no I endowments: that he give sparingly to It's mine, isn't u: "It is not yours until next September." the lawyer quietly said. "Well, I fancy I can wait." said Brewster, with a smile that cleared the air. "But, my dear fellow, you are already the possessor of a million. Do you forget that you are expected to be penniless a vear from now?" "Wouldn't you exchange a million for seven millions. Mr. Grant?" "But let me inquire how you purpose doing it?" asked Mr. Grant mildly. "Why. by the simple process of destruction. Don't you suppose I can get rid of a million in a year? Great Scott, who wouldn't do it! All I have to do is to cut a few purse strings, and there is but one natural conclusion. I don't mind being a pauper for a few hours on the 23d of next September." "That is your plan, then?" 'Of course. First i snail suostantiato all that this will sets forth. When 1 am assured that there can be no posibility of mistake in the extent of this fortune and my undisputed claim I'll take steps to get rid of my grandfather's million in short order." Itrewster's voice rang true now. The zest of life was coming hack charity; that he neither lend nor give away money, for fear that it might be restored to him later; that he live on the principle which inspires a man to "get his money's worth," be the expenditure great or small. As these conditions were prescribed for but a single year in the life of the heir, it was evident that Mr. Sedgwick did not intend to impose any restrictions after the property had gone into his hands. "How do you like it?" asked Mr. Orant as he passed the will to Brewster. The latter took the paper and glanced over it with the air of one who had heard but had not fully grasped its meaning. "It must be a joke. Mr. Grant," he said, still groping with difficulty through the fog. No, Mr. Brewster, it Is absolutely g( nuine. Here is a telegram from the probate court in Sedgwick's home county, received in response to a query from us. It says that the will is to be filed for probate and that Mr. Sedgwick was many times a millionaire. This statement, which he calls an inventory, enumerates his holdings and their value, and the footing shows $6.345,000 in round numbers. The investments, you see. are gilt edged. There is not a bad penny in all those millions." "Well, it is nit her staggering, isn't it?" said Montgomery, passing his hand over his forehead. He was beginning to comprehend. "In more ways than one. What are you going to do about it?" "Do about it?" in surprise. "Why, Mr. Grant leaned forward slowly, and Ills intent, penetrating gaze served as a check to the young fellow's enthusiasm. "I admire and approve the sagacity which urges you to exchange a paltry million for a fortune, but it seems to me that you are forgetting the conditions," he said slowly. "Has it accurred to you that it will be no easy task to spend a million dollars without in some way violating the restrictions in your uncle's will, thereby losing both fortunes?" CHAPTER V. A new point of view gradually came to Brewster. All his life had been spent In wondering how to get enough money to pay his bills, and it had not occurred to him that it might be as difficult to spend as to acquire wealth. The thought staggered him for a moment. Then he cried triumphantly, "I can decline to accept grandfather's million." "You cannot decline to accept what is already yours. I understand that the money nas Deen paia 10 you uy Mr. Busklrk. You have a million dollars, Mr. Brewster, and it cannot be denied." "You are right," agreed Montgomery dejectedly. "Really, Mr. Grant, this proposition is too much for me. If you aren't required to give an immediate answer I want to think it over. It sounds like a dream." "It is no dream, Mr. Brewster," smiled the lawyer. "You are face to face with an amazing reality. Come in tomorrow morning and see me again. Think it over; study it out. Remember the conditions of the will and the conditions that confront you. In the meantime I shall write to Mr. Jones, the executor, and learn from him just what he expects you to do in order to carry out his own conception of the terms of your uncle's will." "Don't write. Mr. Grant: telegraph. And ask him to wire his reply. A year is not very long in an affair of this kind." A moment later he added: "Hang: these family feuds! Why couldn't Uncle James have relented a bit? He brings endless trouble on my innocent head just because of a row before I was bom." "He was a strange man. As a rule, one does not carry grudges quite so far. But that is neither here nor there. His will is law in this case." Suppose I succeed in spending all but a thousand dollars before the 23d of next September! I'd lose the seven millions and be the next thing to a pauper. That wouldn't be quite like getting my money's worth." "It is a problem, my boy. Think it over very seriously before you come to a decision one way or the other. In the meantime we can establish beyond a doubt the accuracy of this inventory." "By all means go ahead, and please urge Mr. Jones not to be too hard on me. I believe I'll risk it if the restrictions are not too severe. But if Jones has puritanical instincts I might as well give up hope and be satisfied with what I have." "Mr. Jones is very far from what you'd call puritanical, but he is in tensely practical and clear headed. He will undoubtedly require you to keep an expense account and to show some sort of receipt for every dollar you disburse." "Good Lord! Itemize." "In a general way, I presume." "I'll have to employ an army of spendthrifts to devise ways and means for profligacy." "You forgot the item which restrains you from taking anybody into your confidence concerning this matter. Think it over. It may not be so difficult after a night's sleep." "If it isn't too difficult to get the night's sleep." All the rest of the day Brewster wandered about as one in a dream. He was preoccupied and puzzled, and ? uics r\] /I oec-npi'jtpc i'A. Ill'Jir lllclll ??IIC \J 1 1110 Wiu aoovvm^u. nneau; then she laughed unrestrainedi.. ..^.,1 iho fnintecf vhmlnvv of ji trrin stole over the man's face. "Beg pardon, miss," he said, "but I'd hack Mr. Brewster against Fournler any day." Only half an hour late, Brewster entered the office of Messrs. Grant & Ripley, Hushed, eager and unconscious of the big splotch of mud that decorated his cheek. "Awfully sony to have kept you waiting," he apologized. "Sherlock Holmes would say that you had been driving, Mr. Brewster," said Mr. Ripley, shaking the young man's hand. "He would miss it, Mr. Ripley. I've been dying. What have you heard from Montana?" He could no longer check the impatient question, which came out so suddenly that the attorneys laughed irresistibly, Brewster joining them an instant later. They | laid before him a half dozen telegrams, responses from bankers, lawyers and mine operators in Montana. These messages established beyond doubt the extent of James T. Sedgwick's wealth. It was reported to be even greater than shown by the actual figures. "And what does Mr. Jones say?" demanded Montgomery. "His reply resembles a press dispatch. He has tried to make himself thoroughly clear, and If there is anything left unsaid it is past our comnrehension. I am sorry to inform you, though, that he has paid the telegraph charges," said Mr. (Irant. smiling broadly. "Is he rational about it?" asked Montgomery nervously. Mr. Gran; gave his partner a quick, significant fiance and then drew from his desk ttift voluminous telegram from Swearengei Jones. It was as follows: Oct. 2. Grant & Ripley, Yucatan Building, New York: I am to be sole referee in this matter. You are retained as my agents, heir to report to me through you weekly. One desire of uncle was to forestall grandfather's bequest. I shall respect that desire. Enforce terms rigidly. He was my best friend and trustee me wun disposition