The Newtown bee., 1878-10-31
BY JCDGE CLARK.

Fife Morris was the only child of a wealthy farmer, and Solomon Dreef and Jcnas Bikes were sutor8 for her hand.
 As q landed proprietor, Mir. Dreef was .aturally the choice of Eflics father, while Mr. Bikes, the stylish merchant, luite as naturally found favor im the sight of her mother.
 But Fife sided with neither party. Her choice was George Wilson, whom she ran off with and married in spite of conse- lucnces. He was not rich, but was risin. in his profession, and able to supply his pretty wife with every needed comfort.
 MT. Morris was much inccnsed at his daughters disobcdience, and, in the height Jf his displeaSure, called in his lawyer ,lnd altered his will. After suitable life provision for his wife, he gave the whole of his estate to a nephew whom he scarce y knew, instead of leaving it to Fife as he had all along intended.
 Aman should never make his will in a la5sion. Death may come before he hae time to cool. MT. Morris furnished an example of this. The day after the angry codicil was signed he lay limp and help less, stricken with paralysis, as void oi mental and physical power as he was three days afterwards when the broall had left his body.
 Fife hurried to her fathers bedside, but he died without knowing she was there. Her mother did not long survive, and Fife returned to her home ill the city to seek solace in her sorrow from the loving sympathy of him who was now Ae4 Ill in all.
 | But Q heavier stroke was yet to fall George Wilson's business called him to make a voyage abroad. The time ran out for the ships arrival ut the destined port, but she was not heard from. Days, weeks, went by. Anxious friends bcsieged the shipping office. At last message came. The vessel had gone down in a storm with all on board, saved such as were able to crowd into one small boat the only one there was time to launch.
 The eager listeners bent forward to catch the names of those who had escaped. At the end piercing cry was uttered, and slight womanly form was seen to stag ger back as if under blow. The name of Fife Wilson's husband was not in the list of the saved, and it was from her lips that the heart-rending vail had come.
 Solomon Dreef and Jonas Bikes met one day in a small railway town in France. The former had gone abroad to look after an inheritance, the latter on some affair of business. They met cordially; for though both heard that Fife Wilson was now widow, her fathers broad acres having passed to other hands, neither, al present felt the slightest jealousy.
 As they stood chatting pleasantly the afternoon express came laundering by. 4 man, seemingly intoxicated, staggered upon the track before it. Warming shouts failed to arrest his attention. The whistle shrieked, the bell rang, the brakes were manned, but ill vain. The momentum was too great to be checked suddently and in few seconds the unfortunate mal lay crushed and shapeless mass of lac lerated, bleeding flesh.
 The face alone remained undisfgured As Dreef and his companion, who presse, forward with the cthers, caught sight o lthe features, they both started.
 Do you recognize himg' inquired tn first.
 "No. Do yops"
 "No."
 Both lied. for they both knew that was the face of Wesley Hythe. the nephe, in whose favor Mr. Morris had disinheri; ed his daughter. The same thought ha flashed at once upon the minds of thes 1.-two seheming men. Wesley Hythe va ltoo young and improvident to render it a all likely he had left will. and if not