The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1874-11-12

him better. That he made her heart trenl
bic and ache was part Of the agitation q
the period.
Then Thomas Yarn took a determination
He went to Judge Sutherland's Office and Ia,
a private consultation with that eminen
jurist; and the next night, Is Horace Frazie
came up the tavern-steps, fresh from hi
counting and fresh from Emily's sweet pres
cnce, on his way to the card-room, ThOma
Yarn stopped him.
"Mr. Frazier, Judge Sutherland desires t,
see you in No II, if you please"
He was student in the Judges office, ant
expected, he knew not what, in the shape O
\ reprmand. He was surprised and OFFENDED
when Yarn entered the room and locked tn
door.
Judge Sutherland's dignined presence, how
ever, silenced him, and he seated himself
awaiting the revelation.
"Mr. Frazier, we are about to make con
fidence to you, and, rs a man of honor, | asl
you to give me your promise that you will no
reveal it."
Certainly, sir, give you my word"
"It deeply concerns you, as / understand
you are about to marry Miss Hammond; i
deeply concerns me, as am one Of the trus
tees Of her supposed estate; it deeply concern er
estate. Here lie a will which you shall read
it is perfectly legal document, although no
registered. One Of the witnesses to the sig
nature is still living. OF the contents of thu
will l am not ignorant, having been con
suited as to its form. l have also known fo
many years, as a professional secret, that Mr.
Yarn was son of Mr.. Hammond; but I hat
his project of making this will. Here it is
and, in my opinion, it will stand"
Horace Frazier read the paper with atten
ton. 1t was ruin to him, and he looked ut it
but he said nothing.
Once he turned and gave Thomas Yarn q
searching, contemptuous and almost amused
look.
"You are a good looking fellow to turn ;
young lady out Of her property" said he
cOarsely.
Thomas Yarn did not answer.
Judge Sutherland did mo abuse, Mr.
Frazier. Mr.. Yarn is treating you most hon
orably. He is not willing to make this viii
public just yet, but he wishes you to know o
it, in order that you may not be disappointed
YOU love her well enough to marry her, 4
pcnniless girl, such us she is, that, of course
is matter into which shall not enter. Bu
it is our duty to let you know that Mr.. Yarn
will, in the event Of your marriage, produce
this will, and proceed to claim his property
and the Judge pushed up his glasses.
Horace Frazier was stunned, as well he
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vincing sort of terrible man; what he said
must be true.
"Do you think, Judge Sutherland, that Mr.
Yarn has any chance Of success"
ut may be enough to say to you that
have advised him to try" said the Judge
dryly.
Frazier. He loved Emily, in his selfish way,
for herself; but he was not the man to do d
generous deed and take her without penny
Emily an heiress was quite different thing
from Emily penniless. Thomas Yarn had not
mistaken his all.
lie left town very shortly after, and wrote
a very few love.like letters. Then he went
through the usual process of pretended jeal-
that, as he knew he was not worthy of her,
he must beg that their engagement might
come to an end.
He had told the truth for once. He was not
worthy Of her.
But it took Emily some time to see that
Loves young dream can have an end. She
went through the usual delusions; thought
he still loved her, and that some enemy had
done this thing The leaf of music which
huttered off the piano in the evening breeze
brought back the hour when he had grace
fully stopped to pick it up for her; the flowers
about the piazza still breathed of him; the
west wind brought her his whispered vows;
the moonlight seemed to but cast shadows
which might be his. 1t was hard to accept
life without him. Emily had never met pain
before; it came with its usual intensity to the
young and strong. She sought to escape
it, to believe in him, to forgive him; and she
would have done SO to the day of her death
had not a newspaper fallen into her hands
with the news of his marriage-yes, SO soon,
too. All, Horace, you might have waited!
Tremblingly old Thomas looked on the
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sadly he watched the pale cheek and the de-
jected attitude she sat, once again his
silent companion, in the old library. He
would have given all the fortune that he had
not had, twice over, to hear her laugh; but it
was too late Could he have foreseen this, he
would not have frightened Horace Frazier
away. But, before year had passed, the
healthy and prosperous young girl began to
recover from her neart-break. The same tenn
permanent which had induced her to throw
q Thaddeus of Warsaw" half across the room
in her excitement at its rapidly changing tone
of JOY and despair came to her rescue.
The unmitigated worthlessness Of her late
lovers character began 10 come to her, al.
though she did not know the half. That
knowledge sometimes is good medicine for
Il heart diseased. Aunt Margaret, too, was as
violently drxiVusiOnre as could be desired; but
she never forgavs Thomas Yarn, nor invited
him to the edge of chair, forever more, in
her cool parlor.
Before three years had passed Emily had
replaced Horace Frazier by far better man.
Thomas Yarn had kept his secret and had
seen his Emily, as he believed, safe. He
crept to the library not often now, for his
breath was getting short, his heart beat pain
fully; he was going down to that quiet rest
ing-place, by the side of Mary, for which he
had long prayed. Deborah began to go over
to him, now, with comfortable soups and en-
couraging wines. Excellent Deborah, mis-
named DOOlittle!
Happiness did not harden that good young
heart which had been such q dear thing to
Thomas Yarn. She never forgot him, but
even on her MARRIAGE day sent over to see if
he could not come to the wedding; but no,
he was too feeble. Deborah said he would sit
up at the window and see her go by!
So Emily, in her white robes, looked up at
the tavern window as she drove to church,
and kissed her white gloved hand to the
faded figure who watched her as she passed
He had given Deborah message for her,
to be delivered when she came home from her
wedding journey.
"Tcli her." said he, that she will find my
gift in the second volume of SCOTS Com
on the third shelf of the library"
"Just write that down, Mr.. Yarn, if you
please; my memory amt what it was" said
Thomas Yarn wrote a neat hand. 1t was
the only thing he did neatly; He wrote it,
and added, "among the wild flowers"
And when the beautiful, proud, happy
young bride came home, she went, with her
hand in her husbands, to see the present.
Aunt Margaret followed, saying, "Poor Mr..
Yarn has saved little money, don't doubt,
and he has given it all to you'll"
There were tears in Emily's bright eyes.
She did not follow Aunt Margarets meaning.
She was thinking of his lonely lot and of her
own dear happiness.
She opened the book and there, with some
faded flowers, lay the folded paper.
She and Miss Margaret read it together.
They did not understand it until Emily's hus-
band interpreted it for them.
They had been living for three years in
Yarns house on sutferance. He had
been their host, knowing that at any moment
be could turn them out If he chose.
He had not forgotten to add will of
his own, giving ali the property once again
to Emily the property he had never
touched.
"Where is he's" said Emily, wildly; "let
me 60 to him and tell him what think of
him."
"Oh, my dear, hain't you heard?" said
Aunt Margaret. "He has been dead a
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