dollars," said the lawyer Tolman, in a severe and serious voice. "And
here is the money.”
Young Gillian touched the thin package of $50 bills and laughed.
"It's such an unusual amount," he explained kindly to the lawyer. “If it
had been $10,000, a man might celebrate with a lot of fireworks. Even
$50 would have been less trouble."
"You heard the reading of your uncle's will after he died," continued
the lawyer Tolman. "I do not know if you paid much attention to its
details. I must remind you of one. You are required to provide us with a
report of how you used this $1,000 as soon as you have spent it. I trust
that you will obey the wishes of your late uncle."
"You may depend on it," said the young man respectfully.
Gillian went to his club. He searched for a man he called Old Bryson.
Old Bryson was a calm, anti-social man, about 40 years old. He was in a
corner reading a book. When he saw Gillian coming near he took a noisy,
deep breath, laid down his book and took off his glasses.
"I have a funny story to tell you,” said Gillian.
"I wish you would tell it to someone in the billiard room," said Old
Bryson. "You know how I hate your stories."
"This is a better one than usual," said Gillian, rolling a cigarette,
and I'm glad to tell it to you. It's too sad and funny to go with the
rattling of billiard balls.
I’ve just come from a meeting with my late uncle's lawyers. He leaves me
an even $1,000. Now, what can a man possibly do with $1,000?"
Old Bryson showed very little interest. "I thought the late Septimus
Gillian was worth something like half a million."
"He was," agreed Gillian, happily. "And that's where the joke comes in.
He has left a lot of his money to an organism. That is, part of it goes
to the man who invents a new bacillus and the rest to establish a
hospital for doing away with it again. There are one or two small,
unimportant gifts on the side. The butler and the housekeeper get a seal
ring and $10 dollars each. His nephew gets $1,000 thousand dollars."
"Were there any others mentioned in your uncle’s will?" asked Old
"None." said Gillian. “There is a Miss Hayden. My uncle was responsible
for her. She lived in his house. She's a quiet thing … musical … the
daughter of somebody who was unlucky enough to be his friend.
"I forgot to say that she was in on the ring and $10 joke, too. I wish I
had been. Then I could have had two bottles of wine, given the ring to
the waiter and had the whole business off my hands. Now tell me what a
man can do with $1,000."
Old Bryson rubbed his glasses and smiled. And when Old Bryson smiled,
Gillian knew that he intended to be more offensive than ever.
There are many good things a man could do with $1,000,” said Bryson. "You?"
he said with a gentle laugh. "Why, Bobby Gillian, there's only one
reasonable thing you could do. You can go and buy Miss Lotta Lauriere a
diamond necklace with the money and then take yourself off to Idaho and
inflict your presence upon a ranch. I advise a sheep ranch, as I have a
particular dislike for sheep.”
"Thanks," said Gillian as he rose from his chair. "I knew I could depend
on you, Old Bryson. You've hit on the very idea. I wanted to spend the
money on one thing, because I have to turn in a report for it, and I
Gillian phoned for a cab and said to the driver: "The stage entrance of
the Columbine Theatre."
The theater was crowded. Miss Lotta Lauriere was preparing for her
performance when her assistant spoke the name of Mr. Gillian.
"Let it in," said Miss Lauriere. "Now, what is it, Bobby? I'm going on
stage in two minutes."
“It won't take two minutes for me. What do you say to a little thing in
the jewelry line? I can spend $1,000."
“Say, Bobby,” said Miss Lauriere, “Did you see that necklace Della
Stacey had on the other night? It cost $2,200 at Tiffany's.”
Miss Lauriere was called to the stage for her performance.
Gillian slowly walked out to where his cab was waiting. "What would you
do with $1,000 if you had it?" he asked the driver.
"Open a drinking place," said the driver, quickly. "I know a place I
could take money in with both hands. I've got it worked out -- if you
were thinking of putting up the money.”
"Oh, no," said Gillian. “I was just wondering.”
Eight blocks down Broadway, Gillian got out of the cab. A blind man sat
on the sidewalk selling pencils. Gillian went out and stood in front of
"Excuse me, but would you mind telling me what you would do if you had
$1,000?” asked Gillian.
The blind man took a small book from his coat pocket and held it out.
Gillian opened it and saw that it was a bank deposit book.
It showed that the blind man had a balance of $1,785 in his bank account.
Gillian returned the bank book and got back into the cab.
"I forgot something," he said. "You may drive to the law offices of
Tolman and Sharp.”
Lawyer Tolman looked at Gillian in a hostile and questioning way.
"I beg your pardon," said Gillian, cheerfully. "But was Miss Hayden left
anything by my uncle's will in addition to the ring and the $10 dollars?"
"Nothing," said Mr. Tolman.
“I thank you very much, sir," said Gillian, and went to his cab. He gave
the driver the address of his late uncle's home.
Miss Hayden was writing letters in the library. The small, thin woman
wore black clothes. But you would have noticed her eyes. Gillian entered
the room as if the world were unimportant.
“I have just come from old Tolman's," he explained. “They have been
going over the papers down there. They found a …”
Gillian searched his memory for a legal term. “They found an amendment
or a post-script or something to the will. It seemed that my uncle had
second thoughts and willed you $1,000. Tolman asked me to bring you the
money. Here it is.”
Gillian laid the money beside her hand on the desk. Miss Hayden turned
white. "Oh!" she said. And again, "Oh!"
Gillian half turned and looked out the window. In a low voice he said,
"I suppose, of course, that you know I love you."
"I am sorry," said Miss Hayden, as she picked up her money.
"There is no use?" asked Gillian, almost light-heartedly.
"I am sorry," she said again.
"May I write a note?" asked Gillian, with a smile. Miss Hayden supplied
him with paper and pen, and then went back to her writing table.
Gillian wrote a report of how he spent the $1,000: “Paid by Robert
Gillian, $1,000 on account of the eternal happiness, owed by Heaven to
the best and dearest woman on Earth."
Gillian put the note into an envelope. He bowed to Miss Hayden and left.
His cab stopped again at the offices of Tolman and Sharp.
“I have spent the $1,000," he said cheerfully, to Tolman. "And I have
come to present a report of it, as I agreed.” He threw a white envelope
on the lawyer's table.
Without touching the envelope, Mr. Tolman went to a door and called his
partner, Sharp. Together they searched for something in a large safe.
They brought out a big envelope sealed with wax. As they opened the
envelope, they shook their heads together over its contents. Then Tolman
became the spokesman.
"Mr. Gillian," he said, “there was an addition to your uncle's will. It
was given to us privately, with instructions that it not be opened until
you had provided us with a full report of your handling of the $1,000
received in the will.
“As you have satisfied the conditions, my partner and I have read the
addition. I will explain to you the spirit of its contents.
“In the event that your use of the $1,000 shows that you possess any of
the qualifications that deserve reward, you stand to gain much more. If
your disposal of the money in question has been sensible, wise, or
unselfish, it is in our power to give you bonds to the value of $50,000.
But if you have used this money in a wasteful, foolish way as you have
in the past, the $50,000 is to be paid to Miriam Hayden, ward of the
late Mr. Gillian, without delay.
“Now, Mr. Gillian, Mr. Sharp and I will examine your report of the
Mr. Tolman reached for the envelope. Gillian was a little quicker in
taking it up. He calmly tore the report and its cover into pieces and
dropped them into his pocket.
"It's all right," he said, smilingly. "There isn't a bit of need to
bother you with this. I don't suppose you would understand these
itemized bets, anyway. I lost the $1,000 on the races. Good-day to you,
Tolman and Sharp shook their heads mournfully at each other when Gillian
left. They heard him whistling happily in the hallway as he waited for