The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-05-13
LAWYER TEMPLES PLOT.

had been the family residence for many
year, stood in one of the down town
streets that had once been the site of the
fashionable residences of New York city.
But the wealthy had long ago removed to
the avenues, leaving the perverse old mill
ionaire to hold his own among the growing
business of the once aristocratic thorough
fare. A bunch of black Grape still hung on
the bell knob, four days after the funeral,
when a bent, willy looking man pulled it.
Being admitted, he was shown into the
dingy room which Mr.. Kilborne had in his
life used as an office. This bent and willy
looking man was Lawyer Whitemore.
"Good morning." said the lawyer, as
Robert grandchild of the dead million
aire, young man who showed plainly
enough the marks of rough social usage,
entered and extended his hand rather list
lessly.
"Good morning." was the reply. "Well."
"Well ?' echoed the lawyer.
You got my note ?"
"Asking me to meet you here? Yes
what do you Want?
"You drew my grandfather's will? ?"
81 did, two days before he died."
"What were it's contents ?"
"I have no right to tell you," and Mr..
Whitemore tried to look severe. Z" 1t is
with the Surrogate now, and you will know
its contents on Thursday, when it will be
officially opened. couldn't think of vio-
lating my official"
"Not unless you are paid for it," inter-
rupted the young man. 81 understand
that perfectly well, and will be plain and
brief with you. AS you are aware, myself
and my cousin Myra are the only living
relatives of my grandfather. We have
been brought up here in this house togeth-
er, and each hates the other as much as
possible. Now, I've no idea how the prop
erty is left, and l want to know. / am
willing to pay for the knowledge in advance
of the opening of the will, and you have
it to sell"
The lawyer assented with cool nod of
his head.
"Then name your price," continued
Robert.
"One thousand dollars"
81 haven't so much"
GA note for month will do"
The document was quickly written out,
signed by the young man, and transferred
to the lawyers pocket.
"The WILL" then said Mr.. Whitemore,
ais strange one-as strange as the man
who made it-but he would listen to no
advice, and had nothing to do but carry
out his wishes. He leaves all his property
to Myra Kilborne."
"D-n him - hissed Robert.
"Hold," said the lawyer, "until you
hear the conditions. He leaves all his prop
erty to Myra, as said before, on condition
that she shall Immediately sign an agree
ment to, within year, become your wife.
If she shall decline to fulfil this condition,
the property belongs to you. The only
other point is, that in case Myra is married
to anybody before the will is opened, she
gets the property the same as if she marries
you. But that provision, of course is Of no
consequence, as she is not likely to marry
before day after tomorrow, which will be
the Thursday on which the document is to
be opened
Here the lawyer stopped and looked into
his companions face as if expecting an ex-
preston of displeasure. He was disap-
pointed, however, for Robert seemed rather
| satisfiad than ofherxvise
at pleases me well enough" he said,
"for half expected to be cut off uncondi-
tionally You see, I've been rather fast
and the old man disliked it, while Myra's
gentle ways and attention to his wants won
his regard. She is completely bound up
in her lover, Harry Perton, who is hun
dreds of miles away just now, and / don't
believe she would give him up for the for
tune dozen times over. Even if she
should consent to marry me, ! wouldn't be
SO badly off with the property almost under
my control"
The lawyer here arose, bade his unscru-
pulous patron good day and went out. But
as he did SO, had his ears been younger, he
might have caught the sound of rustling
skirts fleeing up the stairway those same
skirts envcloping the pretty form Of Myra
Kilborne, who had heard every word Of the
interview by listening at the door.
$50, So" she mused, when she had
reached her own room and thrown herself