The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1879-09-20

seemed 10 IKE H. As ne lay pFOppod Will
pillows, gently following with his feeble
| fingers the rich and intricate wandering
of the ivory pattern with which it wa
inlaid. His wife and daughters wert
with him; they rarely left him now.
my little Rose, y he said, after . lona
silence, g / should like you to keep THU
chair. You are the only one who cares
| for such things. Keep It for your own,
my dear. The rest wouldn't value it. j
made my will while ago." he contin-
ued, after short silence. 81 have
tried to do fairly by you all. and to act
justly. Some Of you have thought hard
of me at times, am afraid, for buying
SO many things, but you'll get over that
later. All the arrangements are made
for the sale Of every thing advertising
and all. You are not to have any trou-
bic in the matter turning to his wife.
AN is left in the hands Of Leonard
Ashe. He knows the full value Of every
thing, and win see all properly done.
The sale is to be advertised for two
months beforehand. Ashe will attend to
that
:" Yes, my dear, YES replied Mrs.
Bevel, soothingly. "Dont worry your
poor head about those old things now;s
while even at that mournfuI moment
Matilda could not refrain from glance
at Maud, which meant, Poor papa!
still harping on that absurd craze of his. -
Only little Rose, with pitiful tender
ness, stroked and kissed the wasted
hand. Misunderstood in death IS In
life, old Mr., Bowel passed from his mar
row corner of this narrow world into the
wide liberty Of the next.
The will was read in due time. Mat
tiers proved in worse condition even
than the family had feared. There was
a small life-insurance for the benefit Of
the widow, Is, 900 in consols, the house
that was all, save the collection so
the viii ran-were to be divided among
the six heirs. Mrs. Bevel was stunned,
the others indignant.
Itwas really like insanity, = protest.
ed Maud. " II we had only guessed it,
and stopped papa in time! Why, Ar
thur estimates that pa could not have
spent less than seven thousand pounds
in buying those trumpery things. Seven
thousand pounds! And think what that
would be to us now.''
oh dear! oh dear! how comforfa-
Bile we all could have beer!n lnoaned
her mother, while Matilda, between an
cry sobs, protested that she snever
should be able to forgive pa quite. It
seemed dreadful to say such y thing, but
she couldn't help It. It seemed as il he
hadn't cared bit for his own family,
only for those horrid, useless, ugly old
buds, which nobody would ever. want so
long as the world stood -
ssOh, Matte! don't talk so,'' urged
her mother. q Your pa never meant
any wrong. 1t was just disease with
him to buy things. And they'll fetch
something, dare say. We shall get q
part back.
Yes, couple of hundred pounds,
What's that out OF seven
thousand poundsP / declare, to think
Of it makes me feel as If / should like to
bite somebody remarked the amiable
Matilda, with q click Of her sharp little
teeth. The others, more outwarvlly re-
spectfnl, were no less inwardly misera-
bic. None of them had any hopes from
the sale.
n0 e"O AuouonS oetsoA pAsAtiS w0fo uusy
fulfilled, and the collection removed to
The auction-rooms. Very bare did the
Did house look after it was gone; but
hat mastered little, for it's occupants
we're preparing to move IS soon as the
sale was over: They waited for that,
but with SO little hope or interest in the
sffair that it was not till late in the at
'ernoon OF the third day that Bryan
Iroubled himself 70 "step down" and
earn the result. He came back 50 red
1n9 exclteo tnat ms motner turned pale
*l.n aPP5enension' WINE tne gris
y vT5 soo1. NINA.
y ns' > 'ne l''a''ors ms y al gone
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