The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-06-06

my wishes"
"But, Philip, thought
" You thought me the heir of Thomas
Mortin's wealth So l was, Edith, few
hours since, but l have relinouished all
claims to it now. When 1 accepted the
bequest L was under the impression that
no living heir existed. learned to-day
that distant cousin Ga woman) is alive,
although my lawyer tells me, in ignor-
ance of her relationship to Thomas Nor
tin. OF course, 1 shall transfer the prop.
erty to her Immediately"
But, Philip, the will has made it le-
gally yours"
Legally, it has; but, Edith, could l
reconcile it to my ideas of truth and hon
or to avail myself of old Mortin's fanciful
freak, at this woman's expense 1 might
take the boarded wealth, but [ should
never respect myself again could dream
of legally defrauding the rightful heir.
Nay, dearest, may lose name and wealth,
but l would rather die than suffer single
stain on my honor as a christian gentle.
mau."
" You have done right, Philip" said
Edith, with sparkling eyes. eve will
wait, and hope on, happy in loving one
another more dearly than ever. But who
is she ? What is her name ?"
" That's just what | didn't stop to in
quire. l will write again to my lawyer
to ask these questions, and direct that q
deed of conveyance be instantly made
out, and then, darling"
His lips quivered moment, yet he
manfully completed the sentence, {" Then
l will begin the battle of life over
again"
And Edith's loving eyes told him what
she thought Of his noble selfabnegation
"a sweet testimonial
" Hem" said DR.. Wyllis, polishing
his eyeglasses magisterialiy, with silk
crimson pocket handkerchief, " didn't
suppose the young fellow had so much
stamina about him-a very honorable
thing to do. Edith, l have never felt
exactly sure about Phil. Acres being
worthy of you before"
"Papa"
" But my mind is made up now.
When is he coming again ?"
"This evening" faltered Edith, the Vi
olet eyes softly dropping.
"Tell him, Edith, that he may have
you next Wednesday, just the same as
ever! And as for the law practicing,
why there's time enough for that after
ward. Child, don't strangle me with
your kisses-keep em for Phil"
He looked at his daughter with eyes
strangely dim.
I" Tried, and not found wanting" he
muttered, distinctly.
x x X x
The perfume of the orange blossoms
had died away, and the glimmer of the
pearls and satin were hidden in velvet
caskets and travelling trunks, and Mr.. and
Mrs Acre, old married people of full
months duration, were driven along
country road, in the amber of glorious
June sunset
"Halloo which way is Thomas going Z"
said Philip, leaning from the window, as
the carriage turned out of the main
road.
I" told him the direction to take"
said Edith, with bright, sparkling eyes
" Let me have my own way for once.
We are going to our new home"
"Are we 2" said Phil. with comical
grimace. at is to be love in a cottage,
| suppose?"
"Wait until you see, sir" said Mrs.
Acre, pursuing her little rosebud of
mouth and Philip waited patiently
"Where are we ?" he asked in aston
ishment, when the carriage drew up in
front Of a stately pillared portico, which
seemed not to be unfamiliar to him.
" Surely, this must be Mortin's place !"
Shouldn't be surprised if it was" said
DIR. Wyllis, emerging from the doorway,
Walk in, my boy come, Edith, Well,
how do you like your new homer"
"Our new home !" repeated Philip.
" do not understand you, sir"
"Why, | mean your wife yonder is the
sole surviving relative of Thomas Mortin,
she never knew it until this
Her mother was old Mortin's
cousin, and some absurd quarrel had
caused total cessation of intercourse be-
tween the two branches of the family.
| was aware of the facts all along; but l
wasn't sorry to avail myself of the oppor-
tunity to see what kind of stuff you were
made OF, Phil. Acre.
And now as the deed of conveyance
isn't made out yet, don't suppose your
lawyer need to trouble himself about it,
The heiress won't quarrel with you, I'll
be bound"