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To-day's Short Story, i ONE MERRY CHRIATMAS, I It- -was on-a EVENING just before Christmas XJlftd a.n appointment at nine o'clock with A solicitor, who had written to me to say -eat a deed of gift of rather a peculiar Stature was required to favour a client of his, sod that ho would he glad to have a con- ference, accompanied by the client, on the tsnbjeot. I had agreed, and at nine o'clock pre- cisely my clerk announced- the visitors. "Mr. Johnson, sir, and Captain Meath." Captain Meath proved to be a big, bloated- looking man, about fifty years of age, as dirty and disreputable as he could very well look, and yet with some of the most costly jewellery that I ever saw worn. I looked at Johnson with an air which no doubt said pretty plainly, What sort of an animal is this you have brought me?" and he looked a little red in the face. "My client, Captain Meath," said he is about to accept as a gift from Mr. Timothy Dickson an estate at Richmond, and as the estate was the subject of a marriage settle- ment, and as the captain is to give no valuable consideration for the gift, we are anxious that the deed should be perfectly valid." "Pray," said I, "what is the estate worth?" "Eighteen thousand pounds." "That's about it?" said the Captain. "And do the owners reside there?" Oh, yets," added Johnson. "Bllt they are | ,-going abroad." "Well, I suppose a man may give away his "property if he likes. But there were, of course, trustees to the marriage settlement. .What do they -ayl" "They oppose." but Mrs. Johnson and all her ofeildren agree, 80 we think that a deed may oe drawn which will oust the truste since, if all parties for whom a trust is held Jhoose to absolve it, I thought, you see, eir, that it might be set aside." I shook my head. "There's another little matter, too," said .Johnson. "Tne deed must not be in the name lof Meath as the person gifted -with the eetate. The captain's real name is Giggs.' "Can t you do it?" roared Captain Meath. "I don't know." said I, in a voice .0 octave higher than his. "Then you are a muff." "But now I know," added I. 'Oil dear!" said Johnson. I know. Mr. Dickson, and you, Cap- tain Meath. alias Giggs, and I tell you at once that I will have nothing whatever to ,do with the transaction." And so I got rid my visitors, and the "consultation came to an end. But the affair somehow hung heavily upon my mind. I had a friend at Hannpton Court. and it struck me that he might know something of the Dickson family, at Richmond. I wrote io him. The next day produced my friend, and after a little chat about other matters, I Tadd, Is there an estate at Richmond )wned by a, family named Dickson?" "Yes, and he is one of the best and kindest-hearted little old fellows that ever iived:" After some questioning, I gave my friend I fin outline of the affair. I My friend looked at me as if he thought I had overworked myself a little. "No," I added, "I am perfectly sane. The I rteed of gift was offered to me to settle to :ihat effect." "By heaven' I wonder if the son has any- thing to do with it?" "The what? The who? j "Old Dickson's gon-one of the handsomest, >ut one of the most harebrained and wildest wung scamps. Well, no, I will not call him a Boaartpk stnoe be o&e day jumped into the Thames to save a poor 3bild and cmrly got drowned himself. He is the cnae care and grief of the family, and nobody ever kwse whether he is at home or not." My dear fellow," I said, I will go to-day with you to the Dicksons. There is some villainy afoot." Wj were at Richmond in two hours. The face of Dickson was the picture of good nature, but about his eyes were two circles, red and ominous 01 grief and recent tears. A sad dinner followed, and I was glad when it was over; and then, after staying a short time at dessert, MTS. Dickson rose, and all her daughters followed her example to leave the table. The moment the door was closed upon the family I sprang to my feet. I could con- tain my feelings no longer. Mr. Dickson, said I, here is an old friend. and here is your new friend, myself. We see-we both see that there is affliction in this house. Let us know, in the name of friendship, what it is; and let us have the satisfaction of trying to save you." Poor Dickson turned as white as a sheet while I spoke, and my friend ran round the table to him with a glass of his favourite old port, crying. "Drink, drink, drink!" What is it?" cried 1. "Murder!" said he. Go on," I said, Go on. What murder?" "My dear boy—bless his heart! He has done it." A lleath-like silence was in the room for a few moments, and then I said, Well. Mr. Dickson, now we know too much or too little. Make a clean breast of it, and tell us all about it." "It was only about a fortnight ago that he was at one of the meetings of a club, and there was a young man there of the name of Meath. "He up and asked my son how the old turtle was—meianing me-me. a turtle My son knocked young Meftth down there and then at once, and there was a general row. They had all had too much wine, you see, and a duel was arranged to take place at. once; and young Meaih secretly sent for his father, the captain, who. instead of putting a stop to bloodshed, as a father ought to do. left them. as it seems, to fight it out; and they went to some out-of-the-way place at Battersea and f<yught, and young Mea,th was shot through the head by my eon. But," said my friend, what about Oaptain Meath ? We heard that you were going to give him the estate here for nothing. Oh, gracious, yæ! No sooner bad we got my poor boy hidden than Captain Meath came and asked to see me; and then he said he was the father of the young man who had been killed by my son; and I went down on my knees to him. He said if wo gave him this estate, and all about it and in the house—he would trouble us no more, but bury his son in peace." And you consented?" Yes—yes." Mr. Dickson," I cried. is there any room in this house in which you can see Oaptain Meath, who, I' understand, is now approaching the house, and close to which we can be so placed as to overhear what p atzs erz ? "This room." said Martin, the batler. There's the little conservatory out by the windows." "Oaptain Meath announced Martin, and the captain entered the room. Hill<): he cried. "Alone Dickson?" Yes, my deaT sir. Yes, Captain-yes," I'm come to tell you that there's no end of trouble about the deed of gift of this place to me, and all on account of your stupid marriage settlement! Why, I was forced to give a good horsewhipping to one lawyer in Lincoln's Inn about it! The fellow was insolent. And what you must do is just this, Dickson. You must mortgage it up to. the eyes in two or three places and give me the dhoti ey, you see! Don't be making a noise now!" added the Captain. I want a couple of hundred!" Bui, oh, sir Confound you. Do you want to see him ag*ain? Do you want to come to town again and see the body? It's above ground yet." Oh. no, no! There—there is the monec. You will have all-all." I mean to. Good-d'ayy old' DioksOn. Ha! b,a The captain swaggered out of the place, Another minute and I was in the dining- room. Later, we followed Meatih to a hotel in Leioe8rter-sqtia.re. Leaving my friend at the door, I hurried to Scotland Yard. My card procured for me every attention, a-nd in five minutes more I was on my way baoW to Leicesner-eqitare, with a, couple of officers in plain clothes behind me. I walked into the hall and stopped the first waiter I saw. "Show me to Captain Meath's rooms," I said. Yes, sir. This way, sir." We were in the room in a moment. I pointed to Mearth and said, I cliarge that man with felony." Bolt, Jim!" said the Captain. A young m-an rushed from behind the bulky form of the Captain and tried to dart past me, but I flung myself upon h.im and ha-d him by the th<roat, and one of tftue police quietly seized him by the back of the neck, saying, Now, young fellow, don't you be in a hurry!" "It's all up!" said Jim. "I'll be witness against the old cove. He only came back from transportation a montih ago. He ain't no father of min" never had a father— but he put me up to the dodge of pretend- ing to be killed that he might walk into the money hags of the old gent. He did the blood and brains business with some our. rant jam." "Then this game's up r' said Captain Meath, aliac; Giggs. The reader may imagi-ne with what joy we went back to Richmond, and how we made the old avenue ring again with olmr shouts of exultation. The Dicksons persuaded us to remain and celebrate Christmas with them, and a hap- pier party never gathered around, a Yule log.

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