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A SHOWER OF GOLD. 91 At all events, it was quite time that he should take a hand in the proceedings. It was his business that had brought them there,and not that of the captain. ‘‘And now, good people, comes my turn,’’ he said, advancing, and surveying each one with a keen, penetrating glance, before he finally addressed him- self to Queenie. ‘‘My dear Miss Carruthers, in addi- tion to restoring you to your only relative’’—was there a trifle of sarcasm in this? Ifso, the old gentle- man did not make it too apparent.—‘‘I am also the bearer of a great piece of good fortune.”? ‘To me,’’? murmured Queenie. The others were listening most intently to catch ~ the lawyer’s next words. Mr. Fuller noticed this, and, as we all of us invariably are pleased to have an audience, and an attentive one at that, when we have anything of importance to deliver, the old gentleman paused for a moment, to heighten the effect of his words before he said impressively: ‘(Miss Carruthers, as you have doubtless been told, your father greatly offended the prejudices of his family by his marriage, his elder brother, the head of the house, being especially bitter. One by one they all died, leaving this old man with but you and your cousin to claim kindred with him. It was thought by all that the captain here would succeed, but, strange to say, only a few hours before his death, Mr. Carruthers pegentny of his harshness, and left you his chief heiress. ’ Had a thunderbolt cen fallen into that quiet comicbooks.co