The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1878-02-04

| III course you KNOW, Nannette, VAa1
my brother left no will?"
~ have not thought about it at ALL"
murmured Nannette, wearily, finding he
paused for reply, and then added, as
YEARLY: "But you are mistaken. He
did leave will"
Mr.. Dean started, flushed, and exclaim-
ed, hastily:
"Where is it?'
"I don't know" sighed Nannette "1
only know he told he had made one."
"Oh" calculated Mr.. Dean, with pro-
longed emphasis, and then said: "rhat
amounts to nothing. In the absence of
will, l reign master here"
Aroused from her apathy by the sig
fcant tone, Nannette looked up inquir-
ingly, and he continued:
"Yes, the law gives me everything,and
you, Nannette, will see the propriety OF
establishing yourself elsewhere.
But papa told me he had made me
his sole legatee." said Nannette,i 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,
expect you to co.
"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-
tion of any personal effects" And bow
of dismissal followed the heartless words.
Nannette rose with busting 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 that % she muir
mured,, huskily, indicating the desired
book, adding, as he drew it toward him,
and turned a few leaves: "For years it
was my daily duty to paste those articles
there, and-and it is 80 associated with
him.
"It is valueless to me, you can take
it," George Dean returned, majestically
pushing it toward her.
She lifted it with 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 to place
it in the bottom of an empty trunk which
she had DEVOTED to her books. But with
burst of tears she sat down, and take
ing it in her lap, turned leaf after leaf,
thinking as the bereayed only can think.
Twenty minutes later she had wrapped
up the book,an was proceeding uptown
as rapidly as 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 interview
| it was soon at an end. Dusk had fallen
when she retirned to the place she had
50 lately considered her home, and she
had barely freshened her toilet,when thu
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 hi
: brow for moment, as he said:
"You did not get off this afternoon?"
"No,' answered Nannette, simply
and, as usual, took her place behind tn
Tea urn,
Evidently annoyed, Mr.. Dean said, a
y he seated himself:
"You go tomorrow, OF course?'
:, "It depends upon circumstances" re
{ turned Nannette, calmly.
A hot flush mounted the gentleman
e brow, and he replied, angrily:
j q shall see to it that the circumstan
u oes are quite favorable to your depart
{ ure."
|, Nannette made no response, but pro
y ceeded to do the honors with the sam
II ease and grace which had characterizet
her during her fathers life,scrupulousl
W obseryant of the courtesies due frol
hostess to guest.
: 1.-The impudent jade" thought NJ
1t Dean: but he took his supper in sulle
silence.
y As they rose from the table there wa
1t ring at the door-bell.
II "Who can that be?' he said,a stoo
% waiting.
T, The servant entered and answered tt
'e question.
le "Mr. Perky, sir. He wishes to st