110 THE APRIL FOOL.

 

“ Nothing—nothing,” he murmured as he
refolded it. ‘‘ Ah, what curse is there like
the curse of poverty ?

He then referred to the other letter, the
receipt of which he had almost forgotten.
Breaking the seal, he read, with surprise,
its contents, which were as follows :—

“To Doctor Grimes.—Dear Sir: Please
call, as early as possible, at Messrs. L——
& P ’s, No. — Wall Street, New York;
where you will hear of something to your
advantage.”

 

“What can this mean?” exclaimed the
doctor, as he hurriedly perused the letter
again. ‘Can it be possible that a relative
of my father, in England, has died, and left
us property? Yes; it must be so. Several
members of his family there are in good
circumstances. Oh, if it should be thus,
how timely has relief come! For your
sake, my dear sister, more than for my own,
will I be thankful! But how am I to go