The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1878-05-23

Il nave not lnOuBll ABOUT III dI all,
murmured Nannette, wearily, finding
he paused for reply, and then added
as wearily: "But you are mistaken. He
did leave a will"
Mr.. Dean started, flushed, and eX-
claimed, hastily:
"Where is itg"
81 don't know" sighed Nannette
81 only know he told me he had made
one."
"Ohw calculated Mr.. Dean, with
prolonged emphasis, and then said
"That amounts to nothing. In the
absence of will, reign master here" "
Aroused from her apathy by the sig
niicant tone, Nannette looked up in
quiringly, and he continued:
eyes, the law gives me everything,
and you, Nannette, 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?" 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
second, l 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 the
favor to pack your clothing and leave
at your earliest convenience. OF course
| do not interfere with your appropria-
ton of any personal effects" And a
bow of dismissal followed the heartless
words.
Nannette rose with bursting heart,
and was about to leave the room when
her eye fell on the old scrap-boOk which
had been carelessly pushed to the back
of the library table the last day of
Frederick Deans life, and had there
remained.
''YOu will allow me thatP" she mur-
INJURED, huskily, indicating the desired
book, adding, as she drew it toward her,
and turned few leaves; "For years it
was my daily duty to paste those articles
there, and-it is associated with him" "
at is valueless to me, you can take
it, George Dean returned, majestically
pushing it toward her.
She lifted it with a bow, and silently
left the room. The rest of the day was
spent in gathering her wardrobe
together. 1t was nearing dusk when
she took up the old scrap-book, intend
ing to place it in the bottom of an
empty trunk which she had devoted to
her books. But with a 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
wrapped up the book, and was proceed
ing up town as rapidly as a hOrse-car
would take her. She alighted at a
handsome residence, and was shown
into the private library Of the owner,
with whom she obtained an immediate
interview.
Whatever the nature of the inter-
view, it was soon at an end. Dusk had
fallen when she returned to the place
she had so lately considered her home,
and she had barely frcshened her toilet
when the tea-bell rang. She descended
at once, and entered the room with
Mr.. Dean, who had just come from the
library. A look of supercilious surprise
elevated his brow for a moment as he
said:
"You did not get of this afternoon ?"
"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?"
"It depends upon circumstances, re-
turned Nannette, calmly.
A hot flush mounted the gentleman's
brow, and he replied, angrily:
IL shall see to it that the circHm-
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, scrupu-
lously observant of the courtesies due
from hostess to guest.
"The impudent jade !" thought Mr..
Dean, but he took his supper in sullen
silence.
AS they rose from the table there was
a ring at the door-bell.
"Who can that be?" he said, and
stood waiting.
The servant entered and answered
the question.
"Mr. Perky, sir. He wishes to see
YOU"
"Perkly-what! Lawyer Perklyp"
eyes, sir"
"Whero is hep"
"ln the library, sir"
With sad smile Nannette followed
him from the room, and went on to the
drawing-room. In the course of halt
an hour MIR. Perky joined her there
"Well?" she murmured, anxiously
GAN right" he laughed. "IIe has
but one desire, / think, and that is tc