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She made a play right after the will was filed fur probate, and I told Coplen to see jest what grounds she had, and I'd settle myself if she really had any and wa'n't unreasonable." "It's just a question of blackmail, isn't it? What did you offer?" "Well, she has a slew of letters gettin' them is a matter of sentiment and keepin' the thing quiet.
Uncle Peter was writing on a telegraph blank. "TAFE & COPLEN, Butte, Montana. "Due Butte 7.30 A.M. to-morrow. Join me on car nought sixteen, go to Montana City. To the porter who answered his ring he handed the message to be put off at the first stop. "But what's it all about?" asked Percival, seeing by Uncle Peter's manner that he was expected to show concern.
"I got something of an idea of it when Uncle Peter took me around summer before last, and I learned a lot more getting the stuff together with Coplen. Now, I'm ready to buckle down to it." He looked at Uncle Peter, hungry for a word of encouragement to soothe the hurts the old man had put upon him.
"She's goin'," he continued, in answer to Percival's look of inquiry, "to take her bank-roll to New York. She says it's the only place fur folks with money, jest like you say. She tells Coplen that there wa'n't any fit society out here at all, no advantages fur a lady of capacity and ambitions. I reckon she's goin' to be 403 all right."
" Coplen says she is now calling herself Mrs. Brench Wybert or some such name. I just thought I'd tell you in case you might run acrost her and " "Come along, old chap," urged Milbrey; "Mrs. Wybert will be waiting." His father had started off with Psyche. Mrs. Bines and Mrs. Drelmer were preparing to follow. "I beg your pardon," said Percival, "I didn't quite catch the name." "I say Mrs.
Coplen learned she come out here with a gambler from New Orleans and she was dealing bank herself up to Wallace for a spell while he was broke. This gambler he was the slickest short-card player ever struck hereabouts. He was too good. He was so good they shot him all up one night last fall over to Wardner.
And it wouldn't do any good to give it to Relpin, who's really earned it he'd only lush himself into one of those drunkard's graves I understand there's a few left yet." Early in March, Coplen, the lawyer, was sent for, and with him Percival spent two laborious weeks, going over inventories of the properties, securities, and moneys of the estate.
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