The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1877-09-06

10 nov playing tne piano, writing
her lotters, and had allowed her to
attend tho village seminary. But
she lad studied girl-fashion, without
iany thought of making her educa-
ton bread winner Sho could aew
pretty well, aud could keep house.
"BGt j don't know how to cook,
evon il ] would, sho thought with
her anger raising again. "Aunt
Mary did not intond | should live by
mental work. wonder il INV moth
or was cook. Nobody over told
me SO before Oh, We must find
tho will /
But in vain sho racked her brain
to think Of ono nook or corner which
she had left unoxplorod. Her amt
had expressly told her that it was
ccnceoled, though tho motive for her
secrecy was never revealed. but
where in tho small house could il
be hidden.
Hannah had searched faithfully.
for she was remembered also, and
five hundred dollars was we'll worth
n little trouble. But the will could
not be found.
The noxt day tho funeral brought
friends from far and near. for Miss
Barclay Ind been greatly beloved,
and Magdelino was offered more
than one homo. before she decided
what TO do. The story Of the lost
will was pretty widely spread, and
Mr.. Barclay knew that he was ox.
pected to do something for his cous-
! in.
Bus he was hard mau, one who
had mado money an object OF posi-
tive worship, and he had no inton-
ton OF parting with one dollar.
Already he had given Mr.. Meekum
orders to sell tho house and furni-
turc for what thoy would bring, and
announced his departure for tue fol-
lowing day.
Where arc you going = he ask
cd Magdoline, abruptly, MS few
friends met in the parlor after tho
funeral.
"You must be ont of this to-mor-
row, for the place is to bo sold.
II shall not prevent any of your
arrangements" was the proud reply.
Il VIII pack my trunk now"
"Ies, and you may take your
aunt's clothing. You can leave the
jowelry."
Stung to tho heart, Mngdoline left
the room, while Hannah followed
her, mutteiing wishes for the heirs
fortune that were any luiny uut
blessings.
You neod not get them out,
snid Magdelino. a. the old servant
opened Miss Barclays wardrobe.
L can remember my aunt without
them, and | will accept nothing from
my cousin"
And to think it is all your own =
sobhed Hannah.
"Eyorythiug in tho house ia for
Miss Magdolino,' she said TO me
many y time Aud to think there
is nothing FOR you You'd better
take the clothes, dear See, some
Of those silks will stand alone, they
arc that heavy, aud here's tho wol-
ding dressing gown that she took
off tho day tho last bad spell came
on Poor dear She clutched it
that hard in her hand I could scarce
ly take it from her, and trying to
speak nll tho time Better take
that, Miss Magdolino. Come I'll
fold it for you AS she spoke, Han
nah spread the handsome cashmere
wrapper upon the bed, and began to
fold it carefully. She had nearly
completed her task, when IN obsti-
nate fold refused to lay over the 9th.
or smoothly, but ierked back each
time it was patted down.
whatever's in here p cried the
old woman. "As stiff as u bit of
leather All in between the lining
and outside 1t won't fold any way
| turn it. Here's bit popping out
It's paper lt's-Miss Magdeline
Miss Magdelinel"
The shrill, excited voice reached
Magdeline in her own room adjoin-
ing, whore sho was busy packing
her own. possessions. She paused
in hor task, for there was strange
ring of triumph in the old servants
voice.
"What Is il, Hannah 2' she asked,
coming to tho door leading from one
room to the other.
"a paper sewod in your aunt's
dressing gown A paper all folded
and stiif as card Get the scis-
sors, honey, quick ! Who knows
yet 7"
1t did not tako Magdoline long to !
find tho scissors, to rip carefully |
where Hannah had directed, and
hnd--
lIr. Barclay. in tho meantime, had
dismissed the fow frionds in tho par.
lor, and was giving MIR. Mookum OK
plicit directions regarding the wind-
ing up Of his aunt's property, the
calling in of various securities. tho |
disposal OF certain bonds and stocks,
and sale of tho house.
"l shall never como hero agaiu,
said tho hoir, in his snarling voice |
~ wrotched ho!o, only fit for IN
old woman, There arc opportuni-
tios TO invost tho money my aunt
loft in my own business, aud viii |
oXtond that at once You will
therefore turn everything into mon
oy' Soil tho house, aud everything