The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-02-13

Beulah, it will be very important
when come to leave you that you shall
know about my WILL have made one
and hid it in the most ingenious place. "
Then 1 stopped him. That's all"
Utter insanity said Mr.. Curdle ).
cutter insanity"
He was usually very polite, but L did
not wonder that his equanimity was dis
turbed when 1 went down stairs and saw
the person whom he had described as a
rampant old fury"
She was very old woman, with hair
that was still bright red and long sharp
nose.
She was talking at the top of her
voice, apparently to no one in particular.
Lawyers, lawyers, she was saying;
'all alike the world over. Didn't send
me word about my brothers death :,
not word, not a line so that should
not come to claim my own"
Left it to that girl, eh ? Humbug =
She's no relation to him she's no rela-
ton at all. Margaret Boxer had a little
girl already by her first husband when
she married him. That is that girls
child"
No blood relation-none. No, no.
My brother and haven't been friends,I
know, but all the same if he hasn't left
a willard 1 know he didn't-all his
property is mine"
She took snuff and scowled at me fu-
riously.
1 shrank away and began to feel how
important it was that the will should be
found.
searched eagerly enough now.
L turned back carpets and shook out
curtains.
1 rummaged every desk and drawer,
trunk and box in the house.
All in vain.
At last Mr.. Curdle acknowledged that
further search was hopeless.
"a man should confide his will to his
lawyer" said he; ga lawyers box is
the only safe place for it,
"No doubt this old woman has employ
ed some one to steal your grandfather's
will from its very ingenious hiding place,
and the result is that you are beggar. y
"You are ridiculing poor, dead grand
pa, and calling me names, said, burst
ing into tears.
my poor, foolish child ~ said Mr..
Curdle, "why didn't you hear what he
had to say, at least Together, you
have made nice mess of it."
We had certainly, as 1 acknowledged
when old Mrs. Humphries took posses
sion of the homestead, and found that
/ was no longer mistress of the dear old
place. That had not even a right there,
but was an interloper.
When, to crown all, she came to me
as lay weeping on my bed, and said in
her harsh, usual tone lsI
"Beulah, sit up and stop crying. I've
something TO tell you.", a
sat up and wiped my eyes.
L considered her an enemy, and one
never wishes to weep before ones ene-
mics.
providence is Providence, Beulah
Msore," said she; you oughtn't rebel
ag'in it-no you oughtn't. You ought
to be contented in the condition you've
been called to. But I'm not hard
hearted woman; I'm willing to have you
stay with me. You can help me in the
work, you know" uu.
don't keep servants-a lazy idle set
eating you out of house and home'
GA young gal like you can be useful if
she's grateful and willing, so III keep
you, Beulah Moore" o
was only fourteen years old, but 1
knew as well as / know now that 1
would have preferred service anywhere
else. sH A
But as she spoke, a thought darted in
to my head. 4N
Grandfather had certainly spoke of
hiding a will somewhere. fsai y 81
If stayed and rubbed and scrubbed,
and busted diligently, should discover
it If it was above ground and not stolen,
as Mr.. CurdIe believed. 1lH4
All, how delightful to diseomfit her at
last. i@
How well worth the hard fate and the
hard work knew should have to en-
dure. A n
Yes, even her unpleasant company
could be borne with this end in view.
So I said, taking care not to speak too
eagerly, that / would stay, and / gave
myself a year to find the will in.
A year is an eternity at fourteen,