The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-06-17
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/ was off to boarding school when his
mother died, and they buried her the
next day without sending for little
Charley, who was too young, perhaps
they thought, to appreciate his loss.
This was the way little Charley came
TO be my client:
After his mothers death, a will was
produced, leaving all her handsome
fortune to Mr.. Bryson, her second
"beloved husband" little Charley's
stepfather.
When the will was offered for probate,
It became necessary to appoint some one
to protect the rights of little Charley
and to this post-that of guardian dd-
Item, the lawyers call it--too often re-
garded as one of mere form, was duly
assigned
1t would have afforded me great
pleasure to break that will, for / had
much less confidence Ia the austere Mr..
Bryson than his conflding little wife
had, who had trusted him with any
thing, her little boys future included.
For myself, thought there was far too
much goodness In his face to leave any
for his heart.
But what could / dop The will was
in legal form. DR.. Dolus, who had at
tended the lady on her deathbed, had
drawn 1t up and witnessed 1t, and was
ready to swear to everything necessary
to make 1t valid. The other witness,
Sandy Mcbride, an old Scotch domes-
tic, staunchly loyal to his mistress, died
and was buried the very day before the
case was to come on. The weather was
warm, and DIR. Dolus advised a speedy
interment.
With Sandy died all my hopes. He
was truthful, honest fellow, and what
ever facts he knew I was certain he
would tell. But now his voice was ST.
fenced, and all the other side had to do
was to prove his death and handwrit-
ing.
The night before the proofs were
taken sat up late and went to bed trou-
bled. fell asleep at last and was dream
ing of Mr.. Murdstone and David Cop
perfield, when a loud rapping woke me-
1t was Dick Seton, an old chum of
mine, now a medical student, who had
a habit of calling at all sorts of hours.
beg PARDON" said Dick, "but I've
something strange to tell you"
] thought it might have kept till
morning, but bade him proceed
My friend, Mol Pellet, and l." he
went on, " have long wanted subject
to dissect. So we hired Paddy Burke
for ten dollars and jug of whisky,
with another jug contingent, to dig up
and bring us tonight the body of Sandy
Mcbride, who was buried to-day"
You'll all get into a scrape," said 1.
That's point on which | promised
Pat to consult you," Dick replied: " but
my story first
"Nol and / were sitting, by turns
ywhetting our scalpels and looking over
the pictures in Gray's Anatomy, when
Nwe heard PATS signal.
." mol let him in. His face was death
ly pale. Quickly dumping heavy
sack from his shoulder
"Bedad Olive got himl ~ he exclaim-
ed; but 1 wudn't do the job again for
twoice the pay !"
What's the matter 20 Mol asked.
After l tuck him up, yes see,"
Pat said, "he was civil enough for q
whole: but Oi'm blissed if the spal-
peen hasn't been kicken' me in the back
for fba la OF hale ,,,o;Ia
Nonsense la mere fancy = preju-
dice of race" said i, as we turned the
body out of the sack, laid 1t on the table
and took up our instruments.
"Great heaven / what's this 7" ex-
claimed Mol, starting back. "'The
mans alive |"
"And sure enough. Poor Sandy, af-
ter few convulsive movements, rose to
a sitting posture, and rubbing his eyes
looked confusedly about.
Oh, murdher murdher ~ screamed
Pat. "Sure the rogue III turn States
Evidence on us an play the mischief
wild us all for disturbin his etarnal rest"
And by the way, that's the point on
which promised to consult you.
SO In short, and to be serious,' Dick
continued, "Sandy Mcbride, the want
of whom as witness L heard you so
greatly regretting to-day, is now alive
and at your service. He tells queer
story about old Dolus giving him some
thing to cure the headache, and his
knowing nothing afterwards. | more