The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-06-04
How the Will was Found.


a respectable family by the name of Culver
ton, in Orange county, New York.
The Culvertons had lived in the family
mansion and enjoyed the revenues of the
family estate for many years without the
slightest doubt that they had right to it,
when suddenly there started up, from
goodness knows where, an individual who
laid claim on the property, and seemed
likely to prove his claim to all but the Cul-
vertons themselves.
1t was certain that Jabez Hardy was the
nearest relative, and certain that Mr.. Cul-
verton was only grand-niece of Hiram
Hardy, deceased; but the Culvertons had
lived with the old man for years, and he
had promised time and again, to leave
them everything. He had even declared
that his will was made in their favor; and
that such document. was actually in OK
istence, Mr.. Culverton could not doubt;
but diligent search had been made in vain,
and Jabez Hardy, whom the old man had
never seen, was to take the place of people
he loved so fondy and who had been his
comfort in his last hours.
"It was shame ~ said every one.
"a cruel wicked thing " sobbed Mrs.
Culverton.
And Mr.. Culverton, who had never ex-
pected reverse, was quite crushed as the
pending lawsuit progressed.
A thousand times day he said:
elbow proyidential it would be if Uncle
Hiram's will would only turn up at this
moment
81 wonder how he rests, poor man with
such injustice going on
But no matter what they said, or how
they managed no will was found and Ja-
bez Hardy rubbed his hands in triumph.
1t was strange that while things were in
this condition, one so deeply interested
as Mrs. Culverton, could dream of anything
else, but dream she did, night after night,
of an entirely different subject.
Inevitably, for week at least, she had
no sooner closed her eyes than she found
herself in an intelligence Office full of en-
ployees of all ages and nations, and face
to face with girl of small stature, with
white Scotch features, and singular blue
eyes wide apart and staring, who desired
the situation of cook.
AT first she did not like the girl, but in
every dream her aversion seemed to vanish.
After a few minutes conversation, the
girl looked up at her and said:
"Td like to hire with you, ma'am."
1t was always the same office-always
the same words uttered-until Mrs. Culver
ton began to think there must be some
thing in the dream.
"Though it can't come true" she said
"for while Johanna remains here / shall
never hire another cook"
And just as she said this there was a
scream in the kitchen, and the little errand
girl ran in frightened out of her senses, to
tell how Johanna, lifting the wash boiler,
had fallen with it and scalded herself.
Mrs. Culverton followed the little girl to
the kitchen, and found Johanna in q
wretched condition.; the doctor being sent
for she was put into bed and declared use
less for her domestic capacity for at least a
month to come. A temporary substitute
must be had, and Mrs. Culverton. that very
afternoon went to New York TO find one at
the intelligence office. ty laaf
Strange to say that in the hustle she had
quite forgotten her dream, until she sud
denly stood face to face with the girl she
had seen init-a small young woman with
very singular blue eyes, in white face
and whose features betrayed Scottish origin
She had risen, this girl from seat in the
Office, and stood before her twisting her
apron strings and courtesying.
81 would like to hire with you maam,' y
she said. ~
The very words of her dream. Mrs.
Culverton started, and in her confusion
could only say:
"Why?'
The girl blushed.
81 don't know" she said, "only it seems
to me I'd like to live with you.'
1t seemed fatal thing to Mrs. CulVerton,
but she put the usual questions and receiy-
ed the most satisfactory answers except as
to references.
"But can't employ you without refer
ences," said Mrs. Q. knowing that fate had
decreed that this girl should take place in
her kitchen.
T" If you can't I must out with it," said
the girl. "There is my lady's name,
ma'am. She viii tell You am honest and