The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1880-01-10
FREDERICK DEANS WILL.

gent, and since making q will won't
end my life, I'll do it at once, and
you shall witness"
And the speaker, white-haired
old gentleman, laughed pleasantly,
and drew toward him an old book
living on the table at his side. Sc
Letting one of the two or three leaves
at the back, he took up pen and
dipped it into the ink.
Il confess was not prepared for
such promptitude," smiled one of
the gentlemen in reply; "but we shall
only be too happy to serve you,"
adding, little dryly: Don't you
think, however, it would be just as
well to get sheet Of paper?
Not a bit of it," returned Mr..
Dean; 'ths leaf is as good as
Sheet" and proceeded to pen in bold
characters: 1.-THE last will testament
of Frederick Dean"
"As you like, said the other, ex-
changing an amused smile with his
companion. "Only issue Nannette
a comfortable future, and remember
that to issue it you must cut out
that leaf and place it where it can
be found by the proper person when
needed"
A pre-occupied nod answered the
counsel, and for q little while moth
ing was heard but hurried scratch
of the pen. At last the writer threw
it down, and leaning back in his
chair, read the document aloud.
Does that suit your he asked,
turning to his visitors as he fin
ished.
An eager affirmative answered
him.
Then remember" he said, with
certain earnest gravity, Ito see jus
tice done if my Nannette should
meet with trouble. And now We will
sign"
The signing was done, the book
closed and pushed aside till the fare
wells, which had been deferred quite
long enough, were spoken, and with
in AN hour the two visitors were on
board a steamer bound for Europe.
For minute after their departure
Mr.. Dean sat lost in thought, then,
arousing himself he took up the morn
ing paper, and turned to the fnan
cial column. He just finished it,and
was carefully cutting out the article
when the door opened, and Nannettc
entered, her fresh face bright with
smiles.
"Ah, my dear, just in time" said
Mr.. Dean fondly. Get the mucil-
age"
"Oh, papa! that everlasting musty
fnancials! laughed the girl, with a
mock horror. why don't you let
me cut you out love story, bit of
poetry and paste in here? Who but
you would ever have thought of q
scrap book Of financials"
"You need not laugh, my DEAR"
smiled the old gentleman, "those
, financials have something to do with
your future"
with my future2" exclaimed his
adopted daughter, raising her eyes
} from the book she had just drawn
toward her, and opening them very
widely on the old gentleman.
Eyes, my dear; they have helped
me make fortune, and that fortune
will some day be yours. have
made you my sole heir-having
, willed you all my property. Remsm-
Der that, Mamie, and if need be fight
for your rights. NY brother is no
' friend of Yours. as you well know"
r Nannette sprang to her feet and
throw herself on the old gentleman 8
bosom.
Now, papa" she murmured, chok-
II. ingly, don't say will to me again.
+: I want you and nothing else"
= In a few minutes she returned to
her task, but it was with the feeling
that the shadow Of death had settled
over the house. All that day, and
D all the next this miserable feeling
| chung to her, and at the close of the
next the substance as well as the
shadow was there. The hale old
gentleman had, through strange
: casualty, passed into the spiritual
world.
| l0e Ouc near TcidtlF0, q "Cai1hy
brother, and various remote ones,
gathered to pay the last tribute OF
respect, and hear the will. But no
. will was found. Consequently Mr..
George Dean was triumphant, with
, out the need of blackening his hands
and conscience.
NIGHT after night had been spent
secretly and fruitlessly in rumaging
3 the secretaries, etc, of his departed
| brother, with the firm determination
that Nannette should never touch a
dollar of that brothers money. The
morning after the funeral he sent for
Nannette to meet him in the library.
She came in, pale and weary-look-
ing, little surprise in her soft eyes.
Mr.. Dean was prompt. Majestically
waving her a seat, he cleared his
throat and said:
"Of course you know, Nannette,
. that my brother left no will?'
, II have not thought about it at
ALL" murmured Nannette, YEARLY,
finding he paused for reply, and
then added, as YEARLY:
. "But you are mistaken. He did
6 1nor-a will