The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-10-18
A LAWYERS STORY.
TOLD BY HIMSELF.

IN young lawyer with nothing but my
profession and two very strong aspirations
The first was to succeed and make a
great name at the bar; the other to be
able to marry the lady of my love.
One morning | went down to my
office which my boy just opened, and
found awaiting me there letter which
gave me the greatest pleasure. 1t an
nounced, in the first place, the death of
my grand-uncle, who with my grandfather
had cruelty turned my mother out Of
doors when she was girl and in the
second place it informed me that my
grand-uncle, touched by remorse, had left
me a legacy of five thousand dollars. The
writer of the letter, Martin Drew, who
was my uncle requested me to come to
Tyndale at once and get my money, and
expressed his affection for me saving
his family were all anxious to see me,
and many other things which excited my
suspicious
That afternoon called at the widow
Curtiss to inform her daughter Laura
Of my good fortune, and to ask the dear
girl to name the day" Laura was quite
ready to comply with my wishes but
her mother said we'd better wait until
got back with the money-predicting that
something would be sure to happen"
and asserting that the Drews were
mighty slippery fellows" and that no
Van Buren, my namc,-that she had
ever heard of, ever had any luck. Not
finding myself comfortable in the widows
parlor soon withdrew and went slow
ly back to my office.
The next morning mounted my horse
and with light heart pursued the road
that led to Tyndale. was two DAYS
upon the way, and slept the second night
at little country tavern,a a few miles
distant from the residence Of pseudo I'M
Gle. | had intended to reach his house
that evening but the heaviness of the
roads prevented. The next morning
| was early cstir and rode up to Martin
Drew's door, just as he, with his family
was seating himself at the breakfast Ia
ble
was welcomed with Il great show OF
cordiality by the various members of the
family, all Of whom, save the eldest son
George, were present. ] might have be-
lieved myself among warm friends had
not the memory Of my mothers suferings
in that house saved me from an entire
reliance upon the professions Of these de-
monstrative relatives. Little by little
my reserve melted before their kindly
words and manners. The girls were pret-
ty and fascinating, the young man, Martin,
frank and agreeable never could re-
sist genial manners, and before the morn
ing hours had waned ! found myself
on decidedly pleasant terms with the
young people, and confessing 70 myself
that | could sec nothing Objectionable
in their elders.
had intended to transact my business
with all speed and if possible to avoid
breaking bread beneath this roof; and
by all means TO leave it before night-fall.
But, one pretext after another, and will
ingly, | must confess was detained un
til long past midday. At last however
the business had been transacted. the
money in my hands, and my receipt in
those Of Martin Drew, and began to IN
sist on going, at least as far that evening
as the tavern where had passed the pre-
ceding night
How they gathered around me then,
with smiling, entreating faces, and cling
ing hands. No, they said, one and all
| must not 90 until George came home.
He was expected every hour, |
must remain until morning and see
George, he would be sadly disappointed
else. And besides, it was hardly safe to
stop at the roadside tavern with such
sum Of money. The people there were
prying and curious, and had without
doubt learned before this, that had come
to receive my legacy.
OF course | stayed and pleasant eve
ming had with those merry young peo-
pie, and cordial old ones.
The chamber assigned me was what, in
country parlance, is usually called the
"spare bedroom" large, pleasant room
upon the ground floor, opening from the
best paror, and, with that apartment,