The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-04-21

Court of Bankruptcy for fear of revela-
tons which might prove still more injuri-
Gus to what little reputation he had.
Fix if you please, in your mind these
two bits of Crankford gossip-that Doc
tor Grvant was in want of money, press
ed for it on all sides, and that he was a
constant, visitor at Isaac Morley's-a
man supposed by many people with far
worse opportunities of judging) to be
very wealthy and miserly, and you wilt
| be prepared tor part of what follows.
Late one evening in the following
! March, DR.. Gryant WAS sitting alone In
his study With his head on his hands,
he was gazing into the fire as earnestly
as if the shapes in the burning Goals
could show him in a picture some way OF
escape from his difficulties. Letters lay
on the table containing peremptory de-
mands for money While he was think
| ing and worrying how to meet these de
mands he heard my fathers summons
1t was just after II o'clock at night. and
/ the measured beat of the iron bell, like
ghostly clock slowly striking the hour,
| Jared on hint was so harsh. 1t was
some minutes before he answered 1t-he
had papars to put away, aid his desk
and drawers to lock. Then he took his
hat and went to the door No one was
there; but he saw, as usual, that his pa
tient had left his own front door ajar for
him to enter. The dinlng-room door was,
however, closed DR. Gryant opened IT,
Isaac Morley had fallen down PROSTATE
n the floor, struck with paralysis. DR..
Gryant saw Immediately that he still
breathed and judged that my father
must have had just warning enough OF
the impending stroke to enable him to
GO out and ring for bis doctor, and then
regain the dining room before the seizure
took place. The stroke must, however,
have been very sudden. My father had
been counting his money, which he had
evidently attempted to replace in the
heavy cash-box, which lay open on the
table, before help could arrive, for the
notes were crumpled up and thrust in
hastily in heap some had fluttered to
the floor, where Isaac Morley lay, with
gold still in his hand, and gold lying
about him.
DR.. Gryant hesitated between the cash
box and the patient. A few moments
1could make little difference, after all, to
man in my fathers condition. He look
ed in the cash boX-saw there packet
of thirteen notes, each for a thousand
pounds-many fer smaller sums, and
numerous rolls in which sovereigns We're
done up in rouleaux of fifty. He looked
at the paralytic, then at the gold, then
nnickly from one to the other. One was
little to him-littlep perhaps, to anybody,
he thought; the other, the purchase OF
freedom from annoyance, luxury-at least
tranquility. Then he placed the packet
of notes and four of the rouleaux OF SOW
ereions in his own pocket, still CHANGING
at the sick man. But there was no sign
of consciousness, only a heavy stentorious
breathing. Lower down in the cash7box
was a villa. mere sheet of note paper
hut duly signed and attested, and it ran
thus:
IT, Isaac Morley, of sound mind and
body, do give and bequeth all my real
and personal estate Of which may die
possessed to my son Thomas Morley,
whom / hereby appoint sole executor to
this, my last will and testament"
A more blund ering thief would have
| aiken the whole and destroyed the will.
! Doctor Gryaut contented himself with
the packet of notes and four rolls OF gold.
/ He left all the rest in the disorder in
which he found il, and relying on the
fact that Isaac Morley's wealth was not
known even to his son. he then turned to
his patient. 'azf 1888 .o ,it
i Only one circumstance was ever likely
to discover the theft. That was, should
Isaac Morley recover. There was no
1 danger of this, as it happened, for in
three minutes my father had breathed
his last, probably without pain or consci-
business. @ tt
i Doctor Gryant, frightened at what he
had done, rang the dining-room bell VIC
1lently for the housekeeper. Its very
! sound was better to him than the silence,
but the old woman was so deaf and slept
80 heavily she did not hear, so the echoes
died away, and there was silence once
) more, with the dead man still clutching
the gold, and the doctor longing to see
/; a live man or woman again. Doctor
: Gryant was not usually nervous with the
! dead, but he feared my father as if the
+ dead man could get up and strangle the
money away from him. At last he could
| bear it no longer He ran from the room
up stairs, and hammered at the house
: keepers door; For Gods sake, come
down, for Mr.. Morley is dying!' At
: last he made her understand something
/ serious was the matter But he waited
for her-Doctor Gryant did. He had
e seen death from all points of view but
$ one, and never quailed, but he feared
to enter that dinlng-room alone.
e The housekecper hurriedly threw on a
! few articles of clothing and followed him
: The doctor let her go in first. Never
! needing the gold, she went straight t.
t the dead. 81 ps8
]. "Oh. my Goramightys truth = cried
I the old soul. $50 and get cordial OF