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"Some one die and leave you a million dollars, son?" inquired the old miner, with amiable sarcasm

"Me, I'm just happy because I'm not a Chink," explained his friend, and passed to the hotel writing-room

He sat down, equipped himself with stationery, and selected a new point for a pen Half a dozen times he made a start and as often threw a crumpled sheet into the waste-paper basket It took him nearly an hour to compose an epistle that suited him What he had finally to content himself as as follows: "DEAR MADAM:--Please find inclosed a bundle of letters that apparently belong to you They have just come into my possession I therefore send them to you without delay Your attention is particularly called to the one marked 'Exhibit A'

"Very truly yours, RICHARD MUIR GORDON"

He wrapped up the letters, including his own, sealed the package carefully, and walked don to the post office Here he wrote upon the cover the naistered the little parcel with a request for a signed receipt after delivery at its destination

Davis noticed that at dinner his friend was ay than usual

"You ce'tainlyby your actions," he insisted, with a s away a ive me an easier one, son Didn't know you had a million"

"Oh, well! A million, or a half, or a quarter, whatever the Moreño claio I had it in my fist I've just mailed it, very respectfully yours, to my friend the enemy" "Suppose you talk simple American that your Uncle Steve can understand, boy What have you been up to?"

Dick told hiood Lord, why for did you make such a play? You had 'em where the as short Now you've let loose and you'll have to wait 'steen years while the courts eat up all the profits Of all the mule-headed chu Said I was a spy and a thief and a liar, didn't she? Threw the hot shot intoed a forefinger at Davis "What do you reckon that young woistered package and finds the letter that would have put the rollers under her claim muy pronto?"