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"I have just discovered that I am the sole heir to Tom Bean's estate and am worth two million dollars." With a glad cry Gladys threw herself in Bertram's arms. Henry R. Grasty drew from his breast pocket a large tin box and opened it, took therefrom 467 pages of closely written foolscap. "What you say is true, Mr. Snooper, but I ask you to read that," he said, handing it to Bertram Snooper. Mr.
Still so accoutered Ophelia on his one hand and the high hat held in proper salute against his breast he served upon the official reception committee headed by the Rev. Potiphar Grasty and by Prof. Rutherford B. H. Champers, principal of the Colored High School, which greeted the first returning squad of service men of color.
"Aha!" he said, "I thought I would surprise you. I just got in this morning. Here is a paper noticing my arrival." He handed it to Henry R. Grasty. Mr. Grasty looked at the paper and turned deadly pale. It was dated three weeks after Mr. Snooper's arrival. "Foiled again!" he hissed. "Speak, Bertram D. Snooper," said Gladys, "why have you come between me and Henry?"
"Those papers," said Henry R. Grasty, "are the proofs of my appointment as administrator of the Tom Bean estate." With a loving cry Gladys threw herself in Henry R. Grasty's arms. Twenty minutes later Bertram D. Snooper was seen deliberately to enter a beer saloon on Seventeenth Street.
We could not afford to stop a piece in the middle and wait fifteen years before continuing it. We hope this explanation will suffice. We are careful not to create any wrong impressions. Gladys Vavasour-Smith and Henry R. Grasty stood at the marriage altar. Mr. Grasty had evidently worked his rabbit's foot successfully, although he was quite a while in doing so.
Just as the preacher was about to pronounce the fatal words on which he would have realized ten dollars and had the laugh on Mr. Grasty, the steeple of the church fell off and Bertram D. Snooper entered. The preacher fell to the ground with a dull thud. He could ill afford to lose ten dollars. He was hastily removed and a cheaper one secured. Bertram D. Snooper held a Statesman in his hand.
As the reader has doubtless long ago discovered, this man was no other than Henry R. Grasty. Mr. Grasty then proceeded to gloat some more, and then with a sardonic laugh left for New York. Fifteen years have elapsed. Of course, our readers will understand that this is only supposed to the the case. It really took less than a minute to make the little stars that represent an interval of time.
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