The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-02-01
" Will it be thrown into Chancery l


"There will be nothing else for it if the
will is not found he said, "and to let you
into secret which concerns you, some of
the relatives are talking of prosecution
against you. But l ask them, what proof
have you that Henry Slaneyshas abstracted d
that document? The abstraction of any
letter or packet from the Postof1ice is felony
such letter or packet being the property of
the Postmaster General during it's transit
and the penality,is penal servitude or trans
portation. But how can the felony be pro-
we'd? There may be good grounds for sus-
picion, but there is no positive proof, and
could be none unless it was found in his
possession, or in the possession of some per-
son who could only have received it from
him."
"It's pleasant position to be in, said l.
biting my nails viciously, which is no habit
of mine, but which seemed to come natu-
rally to me in these circumstances.
eff the will could only be found" an
swered Mr. Shape, with provoking sgnif-
canoe of tone, "all might be smoothed over
even now"
eff it could only be found - I said, over
and over again, to myself. AS soon as the
solicitor was gone, went up stairs to my
mothers usual sitting-room. My father
had that morning been pronounced well
enough to leave his room for a few hours.
and he was sitting in an easy chair near the
fire with faint smile upon his sunl1en face,
which grew stronger when he saw me. 1t
was little brightness in the deepening
gloom closing around me, and I forced a
smile to my own lips.
Gail going on we'll down stairs? ?" he
said.
"Why not ?" I answered, evasively,
"why not? The work is simple enough"
He was easily satisfied about that, but
not so easily about myself. What had
been over to Mr.. Talbot about? What
made me look so pale and anxious? Was
there any GOODNESS between Katie and me ?
'She is girl after my own heart" said
my father, warmly, "a perfect treasure
Don't you let her slip through your fingers,
Harry. BY the by, now we are alone, tell
me how poor Lawrence made his will, and
what he has done for Katie,
handsome, I hope? Your mother would
not let me speak about it, for fear of ex-
citement"
hesitated for moment but so briefly
that he did not notice it.
"The will cannot be found" / said.
"Not found p he repeated.
eyes" I continued, hurriedly, "but
every search is being made for it. Shape is
positive that there was will executed a
few months ago, but all he knows of it's
contents is, that you and Mr. Grey are the
executors"
"Poor Lawrence - sighed my father.
"Do you think they have searched his lab
oratory well. 1t is not unlikely he would
deposit it there, in his cabinet. Tell them
to leave no corner unsearched in the labo-
ratory."
promised 30 do so, and made haste to
get away. In the drawing-room l found
Katie, in her mourning dress and bonnet,
come in to go walking with my sisters, who
luckily had just started off before her arri-
val. She advanced to meet me with both
her hands stretched out, and with her usual
frank, pleasant, calm smile upon her face.
There was no one there, and / stopped
down to kiss her, feeling myself an unhap-
py guilty wretch, as if l were the culprit,
and unworthy to lay my lips upon her
smooth fair forehead, which grew rosy with
my kiss.
"Hany p she murmured in a tone of re-
mOnstrance.
81 am so miserable, Katie" said and
on the instant | resolved to lay before her
my position, to exaggerate it even, to paint
it in the blaclSest colors and then to make
it plain to her that, could the will be found,
all might yet be explained away, and