The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1872-03-16
SATURDAY MORNING, MARCH 16, 1872.


are exceedingly valuable members of So
ciety. Alice told him that her brother
George was well, and would soon be
home from college, to spend the vacation
with his grandfather,
yes, Alice, said the doctor let him
spend It all here 1t will be better
And then he disappeared through the
study door, closing it fast behind him
Alice hurried away, to attend to house
hold affairs, and the muf1lcd sound of
voices from the study died quickly away
Very few words passed at first between
Mr.. Ov!ugton and his counsellor, and
the old mans red aud cholcric yisagc
betrayed no atom of emotion, as he took
from its envelope paper of very mod
crate dimensions, and spread it on the
table, saying:
There it is, doctor. I guess you'll
hnd it right. Tiat's the will
Sensible thing Glad of it, growled
the doctor, as he settled himself in his
chair.
A moment more, and he was deeply
engaged on the precious document.
Slowly and carefully lie read it down. as
If he did not mean to do it twice. and
when he had completed it he only said:
Correct. Aud now what 2
'Ca.a-a-caw = croakcd doubtful voice
at the window; and then Martin him.
self tapped heavily in and perched on
the table beside his master.
Martin, my boy, it's all right | on
ly wish you could sign as Witness;
'Ca.a-a,caw, said Martin
Il wish he could said DR.. Plindle ;
but as you've only got old Hector's
name here, l suppose you will want
mine. It's all right otherwise.
'Of course it is, replied the old gen
'leman. It's a copy Of the one you
drew, III all but the names and the di.
vision. It's no injustice to John Gran.
ley. He is well taken care of, and. be,
sides, he had property of his own, from
his mother, aud he has no clai ms of
blood on me-
Still, it cuts him out of very com.
Portable pile, said the doctor. Where s
the pen? That rascally bird Look at
him. There he is on the top Of the
bookcase, with the pen in his mouth
Martin. you scamp, laughed his
master, came down with that pen, or
LII disiuherit you. Never mind. doctor.
Don't look at him; and he'll bring it
back in a minute. He's fond Of stealing.
but he never keeps anything long
Sure enough, in the course OF. two or
three minutes, the pen was on the table
again, and meantime the two friends
talked on.
John will hardly be pleased with
this said the doctor
L shan't care, then, whether he is or
not, and don't care much, anyway
Have you destroyed the other wil?'
NO; but I'm going to. It's over
there in the secretary You vii! knox
where to find this one, if you outlivc
me-
"A il right said the doctor. Martin
has brought back the pen
1t was slow and grabbed signature
that the doctor affixed, but it was good
enough for the purpose.
When he had signed the will, and put
1t back in its envelope, he looked around
over the table only to find that Martin
was again on the top of the book case,
anu Umie i'inc ri,, tiU iit.io nvsiv- iiv,u-
ed penwiper in his beak.
That rascally bird laughed the doc
tor. We'll, the pen can so uuwiped'
Hell bring it back again. Martin is
a good bird, said MIR. Ovngton.
Ca a-caw " exclaimed Martin, and
the penwipcr dropped lightly on the
floor.
Come, doctor-comc and take look
at my new Dcyons, before you 90 I'm
halr-n indod to drive into town with lou
The walk back will be good for me
hclp keep down this too heavy carcass of
mine. | don't set bali enough cxer-