Weekly Trinity journal., 1878-08-03
WHERE THE WILL WAS HID.

me cry my eyes nearly out, for though he
was eighty, he was not too old to love-
And now it happened, and WAS over, and
sat in kind OF miserable dream list
ening to Lawyer Curdle asking me
Where grandfather had kept nls will.
Had not been told i?
Did l know
Awil in my favor, leaving everything
to me
"Grandpapa wanted to tell me-" said
l, "but would not let him. could not
bear to think of his being dead. hoped
he would not die before did"
"In legal matters, ladies are little short
of idiots" said Mr.. Curdls.
81 grieve to distress you, but sup
pose you know there's rampant old fury
down stairs, who claims this place and
everything in it-who is really your
grandiathers's sister-and who, il there
is no will found, can turn you out of house
and home.
"You know your grandfather was only
steptather to your mother. You were
not actually related at ALL"
"Come now plain speaking is neces-
ssry-if we And the will, you are an heir
ess if not beggar,"
Nothing could make me that" said
|, nothing while have ten fingers"
But he had reused me ut last.
Where had grandfather told me the
will was2
l tried to think.
No, he had not told me.
had put my hand over his mouth,
aud said
"Grsndpa don't, shall cry myself TO
death if you did, so l shan't want any
thing.
And he said
"Well, we'll, l know your are not
waiting for dead mems shoes know
that my child--and some other day,
some other day"
And the next morning he was found
dead in his bed-the very next morning.
"You see it is somewhere" said |,
"ese grandpa would not have mentioned
it."
"You don't think he has destroyed it,
and was about to make new one, or
anything of that sort ?" asked the law
yer.
NO" said 1, 81 think not. I'll try to
remember what he sad exactly. Oh,
this was it, think"
"Bsuluh it Will be very important whom
| come to leave you that you shall know
about my will. / have MADE one and hid
it in the most ingenious place"
"Then stopped him. That ALL"
"Uuer insanity" said Mr.. Curdle
"utter insanity"
He Was usually very polite, hut | did
not wonder that his equaniniity was dis
turbed when l went down stairs and saw
the person whom he described as
rampant old fury"
She WAS very old woman, with hair
that was still bright red, aud long sharp
nose.
She was talking at the top Of her voice
apparently to no one in particular.
Lawyers, lawyers" she was saying,
"are alike the world over Didn't send
me word Of my poor brother's death /;
not word, not line so that l should
not come to claim my Cvn.
LEFT it to that girl, eh Humbug (!
Snc' = no relation to him she's no rela
ton at all. Margaret Boxer had little
girl already by her first husband when
she married him. This is that girls
child.
"No blood relation-none. No, no
My brother and : haven't been friends, |
know-but it's all the same il he hasn't
left a will and I know no didn't--all his
property is mine !"
She took snuff and scowed at me furi-
ousy.
shrank away, and began to feel how
important it was that the will should be
found.
searched eagerly enough now.
/ turned back carpets and shook out
curtains.
rummaged every desk and drawer,
trunk and box in the house.
All in vain.
At last even Mr.. Curdle acknowledged
that further search WAS hopeless.
"a man should confde his will to his
lawyer, 4" said he "a lawyers box is the
only safe place for it,"
"No doubt this Cld woman has em-
Played someone to steal your grand
/ fathers will from its "very iugenious'
hiding place, and the result is that you
are a beggsr."
"You are ridiculing poor dead grand
pa, and calling me Names" said, burst
ing into tears.
"My poor. foolish child p 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 l had acknowl-
edged when old Miss Humphries took
possession Of the homestead, and | found
that was no longer mistress Of the dear
old place-that / had not even right
there, but was an interloper.
When, TO crown all, she came TO me as
l lay weeping on my bed, and said in her
harsh and nasal tones
"Beulah, sit up and stop crying. I've
got something to tell you"
sat up and wiped my eyes.
/ considered her an enemy, and one
never wishes to weep before ones enemy
providence is Providence, Beulsh
Moore, said she; "you oughtntto to rebel
z ~. Z, =. M 800 ot,ohfn'f You ought