The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-02-18


tune, or at least comfortable means of
sustenance. You do not mourn for the
loss of your grandfather's estate, Isabella9'
emo, no, Alfred, coveted It not ;nor do
miss thing ever possessed. One source
of regret alone is mine-I have loved my
grandfather, and am sorry that he ap-
preciates it not"
| wy #EHB* ~ rIt% a. rai
Since Isabella had been banished from
his house, old Solomon Vanwiok had been
growing moody and morose. He had en-
tertained no thought of recalling her, nor
had he swerved one grain from his resolu-
tion of utterly disinheriting her but yet
he missed her sweet smile and her merry
song and no art of Victor Waldamear's
could make him glad. The old man, how
ever, would not own, even to himself, that
twas Isabella's absence that made him
sad he rather persuaded himself that
twas the sin Of ingratitude she had com
mitted, and in his opinion Victor endeavor-
ed to strengthen him. Vanwick's health
was evidently falling and his scheming
nephew began to fear that he would die
without making another will; but at length
the old man was brought to the point and
notary was sent for. He spoke of his
granddaughter, but Victor kept strict
watch that the poison failed not in its work
upon his mind and whenever some spark
! Of paternal Kindness would for a moment
struggle to throw its beams over his
bosom, the nephew would dash 1T out with
a cold stream of insinuating SANDER.
Within the old mans library sat Victor
Waldamear and the notary. Vanwick was
there, and he dictated to the official while
the neec aoW was being made. With the
exception of a few hundred (which were
bequeathed to some Of the old servants,
the whole vast estate was made over to
Victor The young mans eyes sparkled
as he heard the orders given which were to
make him the sole heir and he dared not
hold up his head lest his too palpable emo
tions should be seen.
"That is all, " said the old man, as he
gave the last clause of the will
"And have you nothing for your grand
child, the gentle Isabella?" asked the
notary, with considerable surprise.
Isabella, sir, has, by her ungrateful
conduct, alienated herself" returned
Victor quickly, lest, if time were given,
his uncle might relent.
"Mr. Yanwick," continued tho notary,
seeming to take little notice of what the
nephew had said, "by law, without will
Isabella is your sole heir-the daugAUer-
the only child of your only son. Is it your
firm intent that she be thus cut OFF,
81 tell thee yes, old man." said Victor.
The notary noticed not the young speak
er, but lie kept his eyes riveted upon the
face of Solomon Vanwick.
"It is, it is" at length murmured tile
old man, in a slightly faltering voice.
"She has been very unkind, very migrate,
full to me, and L"
Vanwick hesitated, and for moment
Victor trembled, but his assurance came
quickly to his aid, and he said
"My uncle would not thus have cut heI
off, but that young Norcross stood ready tc
grasp his money. Into his hands Vanwick
desires not that his property should fall
but, if at any time Isabella needs assistance,
or when lean see signs of her repentance,
l shall assist, her, though trust that long
years will yet pass ere this last testament
of my dear uncle's will need to be admins.
tered, and he himself may yet see what the
girl deserves" H.n sy .l.i,.a.t
Young Waldamear spoke this with the
most hypocritical sycophancy but it seem
ed to revive the dropping purposes of the
old man, for with quick, nervous move
ment, he put forth his hand as he did so
The will is as wish it. Give it tc
me, sir, and let me sign it. / said it,
gave her warning, and told her she wa,
discarded forever Twas her own fault. )
Old Vanwick spread the parchment ou
! before him, and after running his eyes ove
, it, he seized the pen and dipped it into tn,
inkstand. There was q nervous twitchins
about the muscles of his face, and /
strange, lustrous fire shot forth from hi
eyes. The pen had not yet touched tn,
document tm'
: "Sign lsign y whispered Victor, as h,
sprang to the old mans side. Here
) here is the place p ii
Yes, win sign it, murmured Van
wick. "She is not worthy; she shall no
touch penny of it. / said it, aud mus