Brewster's Millions — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Brewster's Millions
John Stuart Mill · en
"Mr. Brewster is dead, sir."
CHAPTER II
SHADES OF ALADDIN
Montgomery Brewster no longer had "prospects." People could not now
point him out with the remark that some day he would come into a
million or two. He had "realized," as Oliver Harrison would have put
it. Two days after his grandfather's funeral a final will and testament
was read, and, as was expected, the old banker atoned for the hardships
Robert Brewster and his wife had endured by bequeathing one million
dollars to their son Montgomery. It was his without a restriction,
without an admonition, without an incumbrance. There was not a
suggestion as to how it should be handled by the heir. The business
training the old man had given him was synonymous with conditions not
expressed in the will. The dead man believed that he had drilled into
the youth an unmistakable conception of what was expected of him in
life; if he failed in these expectations the misfortune would be his
alone to bear; a road had been carved out for him and behind him
stretched a long line of guide-posts whose laconic instructions might
be ignored but never forgotten. Edwin Peter Brewster evidently made his
will with the sensible conviction that it was necessary for him to die
before anybody else could possess his money, and that, once dead, it
would be folly for him to worry over the way in which beneficiaries
might choose to manage their own affairs.
The house in Fifth Avenue went to a sister, together with a million or
two, and the residue of the estate found kindly disposed relatives who
were willing to keep it from going to the Home for Friendless Fortunes.
Old Mr. Brewster left his affairs in order. The will nominated Jerome
Buskirk as executor, and he was instructed, in conclusion, to turn over
to Montgomery Brewster, the day after the will was probated, securities
to the amount of one million dollars, provided for in clause four of
the instrument. And so it was that on the 26th of September young Mr.
Brewster had an unconditional fortune thrust upon him, weighted only
with the suggestion of crêpe that clung to it.