The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-02-27

Mr.. Dean started, flushed and ex-
claimed, hastily:
"Where is itY''
q" / don't know" sighed Nannette-
L only know he told me he had made
one
"Ohl" calculated Mr.. Dean, with
| prolonged emphasis, and then said !:
"That amounts to nothing In the alb
sence of a will, l reign master here"
Aroused from her apathy by the sig
nificant tone, Nannette looked up, in
quiringly, and he continued
" Yes, the law gives me everything,
and you, NaDnette, will see the pro-
priety of establishing yourself else
where''
But papa told me he had made me
his sole legatee, said Nannette In slow,
startled tones.
"That won't stand In law" sneered
Mr.. Dean.
You don't mean that you are going
to turn me out of my own home Yr ex-
claimed the girl, incredulously.
Certainly not" again sneered Mr..
Dean. " In the first place, you have
no home-this place is mine, in the sec
ond, expect you to go.''
To go !" echoed Nannette.
Certainly" was the cold reply
You are nothing to me. My brother
adopted you'll have nothing to do with
that You will therefore do me favor
to pack your clothing and leave at your
earliest convenience. OF course l do
not interfere with your appropriation of
any personal effects" And bow of
dismissal followed the heartless words.
Nannette rose with bursting heart,
and was about to leave the room when
her eyes fell on the old scrap book which
had been carelessly pushed to the back
of the library table the last day of Fred
ericl1 Deans life and there remained.
"You will allow me thatp" she muir
INJURED, huskily, indicating the desired
book, adding, as he drew it toward him,
and turned q few leaves: &C For years it
was my daily duty to paste those articles
there, and-and it is so associated with
him."
1t is valueless to me, you can take
it," George Dean returned, majestically
pushing 1t toward her.
She lifted it with a bow, and silently
left the room. The rest of the day was
spent in gathering her wardrobe togeth
er. 1t was nearing dusk when she took
up the old scrap book, intending 10
place 1t in the bottom of an empty trunk
which she had devoted to her books
But with burst of tears she sat down,
and taking it in her lap, turned leaf
after leaf, thinking as the bereaved only
can think.
Twenty minutes later she had wrap
ped up the book, and was proceeding up
town as rapidly as horse-car would
take her. She alighted at handsome
residence, and was shown into the IL
brary of the owner, with whom she OBJ
tained an immediate interview.
Whatever the nature of the interview,
1t was soon at an end. Dusk had fallen
when she returned to the place she had
so lately considered her home, she had
barely freshened her toilet, when the
tea-bell rang. She descended at once,
and entered the room with MIR. Dean,
who had just come from the library. A
Look of supercilious surprise elevated his
brow for moment, as he said:
You did not get off this after
noon ?"
No." answered Nannette, simply;
and, as usual, took her place behind the
tea urn.
Evidently annoyed, Mr.. Dean said,
as he seated himself:
You go tomorrow, of course ?"
1t depends upon circumstances, !" re-
piled Nannette, calmly.
A hot flush mounted the gentleman's
brow, and he replied angrily:
shall see to it that the circum-
stances are quite favorable to your de-
parture."
Nannette made no response, but pro-
ceeded TO do the honors with the same
ease and grace which had characterized
her during her fathers life, scrupulously
observant of the courtesies due from
hostess to guest.
The impudent jade" thought Mr..
Dean; but he took his supper in utter
silence.
AS they rose from the table there was
ring at the door-bell.
Who can that beY" he said. and
stood waiting.