The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1878-11-20
TNCLE MAURICE,s MONEY.

despairingly
AZ will tell you what TO do" Isaid,
The girls looked at me inquiringly'
/ sat on the top OF the stoye-it was
cold, of course-because there were
but two rickoty chairs in the room
continued;
slave you got any money, AbbyY"
Eyes, a dime"
"Then buy pan Of charcoal, and
we will let our poor little starved
soals float out into eternity on the
smoke"
Don't be a goose, Clifford, said
Juliet, impatiently, while Abby half
groaned.
If only uncle Jefrerys would send
us some money! 1t is SO hard to
have to starye."
'Neyer mind, Abby" / said cheer
fully, @if the rats haven't eat it,
there is a cheese crust in the cup
board"
Abby looked up.
SIS that really all, CliffordH"
"To the best of my knowledge,
yes" an uncomfortable lump rising
in my throat 1t was hard that we
three girls should suffer for bread
when our only living relative was
an old bachelor uncle worth mill
ion. But uncle Maurice had cast off
our family just because poor mamma
had married a poor man. was
nineteen, and the youngest OF the
three girls.
A dreary silence fell between us
after Abby's last question about the
empty state of the larder. Juliet
with her head on the table, Abby
gazcd drearily out at the window,
and II was getting desperate, when
Iheard Clio coming up stairs. Clio
was Mrs. jenkins, our landlady's,
hired servant, and you always knew
when she came up stairs by the
clank, clank, of her big shoes.
She opened our garrett door and
announced:
IA gentleman to see you'ens," and
looking out saw tall figure, and q
handsome, brown,bcarded face be-
You'd her, and I was SO astonished !
forgot to get up of the stove until
the gentleman came in and announ-
ced himself, "Hugh Chaloner, attOr-
ney-at-law." Then | remembered
but it was too late, and, though my
cheeks burned with shame, l kept
my seat.
Mr.. Chaloner sat down, gave the
miserable little room and three shah
by figures q comprehensive glance,
then said;
"You are Frank Royals daugh-
ters2"
"Yes," said Abby,
"Then you are very Fortunate
Your uncle, Mr.. Jefcrys, has left you
his fortune"
Juliet turned white but said moth
ing, while low under her breath l
heard Abby whisper, "Fhank God"
Now 1 was disposed to doubt the
statement. Uncle Maurice might be
dead, but it seemed impossible that
he could have left his property, The
man must be mistaken or only jest,
ing.
"Are you sure you are telling us
Che truth?" l asked, anxiously.
Mr. Chaloner laughed.
"Yes, 1 am quite sure, and, to con-
vince you, l will send Mr.. Gram.
bling around with the will"
ooh, no, it is not necessary"
cried quickly, the fact dawning upon
my bewildered mind that l had been
very rude. Mr.. Chaloner rose to de-
part.
"Will you have a check made Out
this morning, Miss Roy4l?" turning
toAbby.
ayes, SIR"
"For what amount"
"Fifty thousand dollars" answered
my eldest sister, coolly.
The check was made out, Mr.. Cha
loner left, and then we three girl
fell into each others arms and wep
for very joy. For several days ! al
most refused to believe in our gooc
fortune, thinking it must be soften
ing of the brain, But l was con
WINGED when we moved into an up
town palace and dressed in silks ant