I don't know whether to be glad or sorry. It will depend on what
kind of a woman she is. I had a second letter also of a somewhat
mysterious tenor. It is from a Charlottetown lawyer, asking me to go in
to see him at my earliest convenience in regard to a certain matter
connected with the estate of the 'late Mrs. Matilda Pitman.'
"I read a notice of Mrs. Pitman's death--from heart failure--in the
Enterprise a few weeks ago. I wonder if this summons has anything to do
with Jims."
5th October 1918
"I went into town this morning and had an interview with Mrs. Pitman's
lawyer--a little thin, wispy man, who spoke of his late client with
such a profound respect that it is evident that he as was much under her
thumb as Robert and Amelia were. He drew up a new will for her a short
time before her death. She was worth thirty thousand dollars, the bulk
of which was left to Amelia Chapley. But she left five thousand to me in
trust for Jims. The interest is to be used as I see fit for his
education, and the principal is to be paid over to him on his twentieth
birthday. Certainly Jims was born lucky. I saved him from slow
extinction at the hands of Mrs. Conover--Mary Vance saved him from
death by diptheritic croup--his star saved him when he fell off the
train. And he tumbled not only into a clump of bracken, but right into
this nice little legacy.
"Evidently, as Mrs.
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