Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-10-29
NO. 257.
Calls and Sketehes.
MY LEGACY.
CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY.
BY NELLIE CARTER.

1t was wonderful to see with how much
more consideration l was treated, now
that | was Miss Warner, the owner of five
thousand pounds, not ugly Nell Warner,
who was nobody, and had nothing. Our
clergyman discovered that my voice was
the very thing to lead the choir, discov-
cry never made before. had numerous
invitations in fact, had become quite an
important parsonage. Many time In my
heart thanked Jacob Braidwood for his
legacy: and thought too, that it was well
there had been that check to my vanity
along with it. as otherwise my head would
have been turned.
In this way nearly year passed on--a
very happy year it had been. My mothers
health was greatly improved. my fathers
spirit was lightened. and Lefty and were
busy and happy. This unknown nephew.
the heir to the large fortune. and who was
now known to be Mr.. Hugh Cuthbert,
was expected home by every steamer.
Mrs. Reynolds had issued invitations
for her yearly evening party which was
looked forward to with delight by all the
young people OF our little community.
When dressed, on the evening of the par
ty, went to show myself, in my new and
pretty ball dress to my father and mother.
found an old friend sitting with them,
who greeted me thus:
Miss Nelly, people will be saying you
got your legacy on false pretences, for to-
night you don't look at all like young
lady likely to want for husband"
My mother looked at me fondly. and
said:
II hope you will have pleasant party,
Nelly, dear
Don't forget to wrap yourself up warm
ly, Nell" was my fathers practical rec
ommendation.
On arriving at the Reynolds I found
Mrs. Reynolds looking particularly I'M
portant.
"He's come Nelly she whispered, af-
ter our greetings.
"Who'S come ?' | asked.
"Mr. Cuthbcrt, the heir," she replied.
"He came from Liverpool to-day. Mr..
Reynolds is with him just now, and he
was to ask him to come here tonight.
do hope he will come"
So saying, Mrs. Reynolds moved on, to
welcome another group who had just ar
rived.
The party was very pleasant. Since the
receipt of my woodworking legacy no
longer moped in corner as l had been
wont 10 do. Greatly to my own surprise,
| found myself the fashion; and without
doubt, the attention l received made me
more animated, while the idea of being
independent gave me more confidence
and seli-possesson. @
Later in the evening l saw Mr.. Rey-
nolds enter the ballroom, but alone, and
| wondered if the heir had arrived or not,
for was very curious to see him. Before
Mr.. Reynolds had been very long in the
room, he took advantage of lull in the
dancing TO make me sing for him. In the
middle of my song, which was Tennyson's
"Swallow. Swallow. had the uncom-
Portable sensation that somebody was look
ing tixedly at me, than which sensation l
think nothing can be more unpleasant. l
was, therefore, glad TO finish my song and
look up, so as TO break the spell, when l
caught a glimpse of a pair of bright eyes,
whose brightness | had just time to see
was heightened by CLEAN that looked
suspicously like tears, when their owner
turned hastily away, as if ashamed of his
emotion. What compliment, thought |.
TO my song
Dancing began again, and in i short
time Mrs. Reynolds entered the room,
leaning on the arm of tall and handsome
man, the possessor of the bright eyes had
before noticed, and which were now
sparkling with fun as he listened with an
amused air to Mrs. Reynolds constant flow
of words. They were passing, in their
promenade, the couch on which l was sit
ting, when a servant approached and sum-
moned Mrs. Reynolds from the room.
80, Nellie" said she, "this is Mr.. Cuth-
bert. You will amuse him till come
back"
With this informal introduction she bus
tied off. Mr.. Cuthbert sat down, evident
ly nothing 10th, and coolly announced his
readiness to be amused. felt very awk-
ward and nervous, and would have given
anything for GOODNESS like MIR. Cuthbert's;
for Just then | could think of nothing to
say But he came TO the rescue himself.
You were the singer q little while ago,
were YOU nol?" said he. l answered in
the affirmative. Then | have to thank
you for very great pleasure" he contin-
ued; and in some neatly turned compli-
ments he praised both song and singer,
adding: "That song has peculiar associa-
tions for me; but love all songs. am
exceedingly fond of music, and am glad
to find that | am likely to meet some kind
red souls here. | did not expect it, l as
sure YOU IOr was tOlu Lnat tHiS was the
dreariest little town in the world, and see
how it has been belied. have only been
here three hours, and have been warmly
welcomed by a motherly old lady, had an
opportunity of seeing great many pretty
faces. and of hearing a charming song
admirably sung
Mr. Cuthbert's conversational and COM
plimentary talents were evidently of high
order. had no need to say word
There is one young lady in the town
| should much like TO see," continued this
selfpossessing individual, "and that is a
Miss Warner, or Werner, or some such
name. DO you know her?"
II know Miss Warner" said !, 'if that
is the name.n
| had some suspicion of what was COM
ing, but wasn't going to announce my
self.
"Yes, l think that is the name, said
he. ''Has she had legacy left TO her
lately ?"
"Yes,' | replied.
And is she here to-nightp' p'
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