The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-06-02
is no positive proof and should she

"True true; what can l do Write
write p he said, flinging his hand down
upon the table, eff she ever succeeds in
proving those letters false, she enters into
possession Of this entire fortuneV u
Mr.. James made no movement to obey,
and the sick man reiterated his words more
energetically.
"I will have it so write write p'
The man still hesitate6, sitting there,
upright and cold as figure carved from
stone; but Mr.. Lennox repeated the words
again and again until they grew into
command.
"It is DONE" the lawyer said, writing
few hurried lines, "what else is there to be
said?"
"Let me see it," urged he, clutching at
the paper with feverish impetuosity. Mr..
James made slight movement, as if he
would have drawn it from his reach, but
the sick man threw himself forward with
such force that his face almost struck
against the table, snatching the document,
and falling back again exhausted with the
effort.
Where is it? l cannot find it-there is
a dimness over my eyes-show it to me-
quick ~
Mr. James leaned over him with the same
deliberation which had characterized every
movement, and pointed to the werds.
''That is not clear enough" said the
sick man, "say more-more-tbat is too
vague"
Mr.. James took the paper and wrote the
lines slowly and carefully, Watching always
the restless form upon the bed, as if he
were counting every pulsation Of that tor
tured heart, and marveling how long the
unnatural strength would endure
"1t is all right, now," he said, there is
nothing more to add; we must have the
] signature"
But the listener was not to be quieted /;
again he seized the paper and perused the
dimes with more eagerness than before.
you are mad, James, that will not do
write this p He raised his hand, point
ing his finger toward the paper, and pro-
ceeded to dictate some words whose sense
was incapable of mis-oOnstruction, and the
writer obeyed his command, but with his
eyes fixed upon the page as. If he would
have burned the record out with their
steady fire.
1t is right now-all right--+should the
time ever come ah could but know the
truth"
Have you doubt?'' asked the law
yer, sternly; twill you read again one of
the letters you found among her papers ?"
"No, nov' he exclaimed, shrinking
away, and closing his eyes as If to shut
out the sight. "Don't remind me am
dying man. l cannot go inte eternity
with hatred in my heart.
He lay back shuddering from another
spasm of pain, but still struggling for
strength to carry out his purpose.
al cannotegen trust myself" be gasped,
pointing to the will, "my uncle rust see
this and understand what mean.''
Mr. James went again toward the door,
but very slowly, his deliberation irTitated
the sick man, and he said, peevishly,
"DO make haste, every second is an age p
The lawyer went out, and ia moment
retuEsed with & venerable-Iooking man,
whose majestic bearing was full Of the
honest truth and unwavering firuaness,
which stamped his every thought and act.
:" have made my will" said Mr.. Gen-
nOx, in a more assured tone, "before it is
signed want you TO read it."
The cid man took the paper from the
table, wiped his glasses, as if the dimness
which obscured his sight had been upon
them, and read it carefully through.
"Do yeu understand9" asked Mr.. Len
nox, pointing with his quivering finger to
the concluding words, "if my wife proves
her innocence at any time, no matter how
distant my entire fortune reverts to her. -
Who shall decide?" asked the old
man; "you would not with this brought
into a court"
No, no, screen her always-always
She has enough to support her we'll from
that portion Of my property which the law
gives widow--spare her name, charge
you-remember that, both of you, remem-
Der that p
"Then who shall be the judge of the
truth Of the proofs she may bringP' con-
tinued he, while Mr.. James stood intently
listening.
"You," returned Mr.. Lennox, eagerly.
"You are a good and just mani can con-
fde in you"
"Put that in the will" said the old