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"Nowadays it's done quicker." His grasp of details delighted Uncle Peter and surprised Coplen. "I didn't know but he might be getting plucked," said Coplen to the old man, "with all that money being drawn out so fast. If I hadn't known you were with him, I'd have taken it on myself to find out something about his operations. But he's all right, apparently.
She hadn't lived with him for some time then, though Coplen says they was lawful man and wife, so I guess maybe she was glad when he got it good in the chest-place " Fred Milbrey came out of the hotel office. "No mail," he said. "Come, let's be getting along. Finish your letter on the way, Bines." "I've just finished," said Percival, glancing down the last sheet.
That telegram from Coplen is concernin' of a lady a party that was with him when he died. The press report sent out that the young and beautiful Mrs. Bines was with her husband, and was prostrated with grief. Your ma and Pishy was up to Steamin' Springs at the time, and I kep' it from them all right." "But how was he entangled? to what extent?" "That's what we'll get more light on in the morning.
Then she claims to have a will made last December and duly witnessed, givin' her the One Girl outright, and a million cash. So you can see she ain't anything ordinary. I told Coplen to offer her a million cash for everything rather'n have any fuss. I was goin' to fix it up myself and keep quiet about it." "And this telegram looks as if she wanted to fight."
"Settle the best you can," was his final direction to Coplen. The lawyer left them at the next station to wait for a train back to Butte. How Uncle Peter Bines Once Cut Loose As the train moved on after leaving Coplen, Percival fell to thinking of the type of man his father had been. "Uncle Peter," he said, suddenly, "they don't all cut loose, do they? Now you never did?" "Yes, I did, son.
I guess that young woman and her folks we met the other day'd be tickled to death to think they knew you after they'd read one of them Sunday newspaper stories with pictures of us all, and an extry fine one of the millionaire's dupe, basely enticed from her poor but honest millinery business in Spokane." Percival shuddered. "Well, let's see what Coplen has to say in the morning.
When he was jolted to consciousness they were in the switching yard at Butte, and the car was being coupled to the rear of the train made up for Montana City. He took advantage of the stop to shave. By the time he was dressed they were under way again, steaming out past the big smelters that palled the sky with heavy black smoke. At the breakfast-table he found Uncle Peter and Coplen.
"All right, Uncle Peter, and I hope I'll have a grandson that thinks as much of it as I do of yours." When they had gone, he went back to the work of final adjustment. He had the help of Coplen, whom they had sent for. With him he was busy for a week.
All but the best paying of the railroad, smelting, and land-improvement securities were also thrown on the market. The experience was a valuable one to the young man, enlarging greatly his knowledge of affairs, and giving him a needed insight into the methods by which the fortune had been accumulated. "That was a slow, clumsy, old-fashioned way to make money," he declared to Coplen.
"By the way, that party that ground-sluiced us, Coplen he met a party in Spokane the other day that seen her in Paris last spring. She was laying in a stock of duds and the party gethered that she was going back to New York " The Milbreys, father and son, came up and greeted the group on the piazza. "I've just frozen both ears reading a letter from my grandfather," said Percival.
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