The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-02-18
Gbe Ginres, Mem BLOOMFIELD, ]]a.

started forth upon his long gray eyelashes,
and slightly raising his hands towards
where she stood, he murmured
( " Isabella-my child-forgive your poor
old grandfather forgot the warm love
of your heart but let all be forgotten
forgive. You have come back to--you are
you are-Isabella. Victor-take away
this black curtain--it shuts her out. Take
it away-it makes all dark p
80 The will Sign It. sign it ~ gasped
the nephew, as lie laid his touch upon the
hand that still held the linked pen.
That hand rested ON the table, and it
moved not. 1t still clutched the pen, but
it made no motion toward the unfinished
will. The old mans eyes were still fixed
on his grandchild, but their fire was gone,
and they looked cold and CLASSY. The
notary stepped forward and raised Van-l
wick's hand from the table, but it fell back
with dull, leaden motion, and the unused
pen fell from its grasp. Solomon Vanwick
was dead uoN 4D
trembling from the scene; he dared not
speak, for in the presence of the dead his
conscience shook off its lazy folds and
stung him. Isabella sprang forward and
threw her arms about the neck of her
grandfather's corpse. She kissed the mar
BILE brow, she batled the pale face with her
tears, and then turning her eyes towards
the notary, she murmured
"He forgave me ! He forgave me ere he
died ! You heard him, sir, did you not
He loved me-he loved mel ask no more"
~
"Mr Waldamear," said the old notary,
after the party had Withdrawn from the
the study "henceforth you must regard
Isabella as the ruler of this place. What
ever may have been your aims, or what
schemes you may have used to attain them,
you yourself best know but you must now
be aware that there is nothing here for
your ambition to feed upon further. That
will which was to have robbed child of
her birthright is yet unfinished, and he who
on earth. A wise Hand held him back
from the fatal deed, and even his own hand
shrank from it. And now" the old man
continued, turning to Isabella, "let the
servants see that nothing is troubled till
my friends arrive to settle the estate. The
funeral may, ify you choose, be at your own
arrangement, or will take its charge upon
myself"
Isabella was too much bewildered by
what had passed to take anything of mo-
ment upon herself. One thing alone Seem
ed uppermost in her mind, her grand
father had forgiven her Then caa4e the
thought that she and her husband should
suffer no more, and in the midst of her over
whelming emotions, she buried her face in
her hands and wept
need not tell how Tire servants sneered
at Victor Waldahear, when he went disap-
pointed and disgraced away from the dwell
ing where his schemings had failed, nor
need tell how the servnats laughed and
cried by turns when they knew that their
young mistress was restored to them.
Isabella mourned for her grandsire, but yet
the smiles of joy began soon to bloom
around her. Her dear husband was re-
stored to health-the wealth of her fathers
house was hers, and the deadly shafts of
the traducer had fallen powerless and
harmless about her. They had, indeed,
caused her some hours of anguish, but
now they had fallen back upon the evil man
who had sent them forth, and they stung
him, and the poison he had intended for
Others fell to his own portion.