The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-01-13
NO. 8.

nOtnlng out rave out his reJOlclngS, bJop-
ping only to run his eye over the pre-
cious document occasionally; but at
length he opened the one remaining pa
per, thick, and, like the will, somewhat
yellow with age. AS he read 1t, his face
paled.
1t was nothing that could take away
from him the Cashel fortune; but 1t was
narrative that could influence an hon
orabe man to but one course; narra-
tive that only the basest of villains
could disregard and hide away. The
story of the marriage of Herbert Cashel,
and loss of his wife and child at sea.
The man finished reading the paper, and
then with curse, stuck it away in the
secret drawer. The will he placed in his
breast. He pushed the drawer, and it
closed with sharp click, hiding its Sc
cret story from all the world, save one
man,-that man the one who would be
the last of all to give a clew to it
On that night, the rest of the master
of The Cedars was disturbed and brok-
en-. Visions of terror fitted across his
dreams, and in Imagination the will
that he had discovered was taken vio-
lently from him, by some avenging
power He rose in the morning fever
ish and unrefreshed. Still, he exulted
in the possession of the will, and after
he had eaten his breakfast felt better
physically. In the evening Evans re-
turned. AS usual, the master of The
Cedars shut himself and the lawyer in
the library
'Well Y'' he inquired deliberately.
He did not intend to announce his dis
covery Immediately. 1t could do no
harm to know whether or not Evans
would go as far as he had bargained.
1t would be something of triumph to
let the attorney proclaim that he had
forged will, and then inform him that
his work of crime was all needless. He
fancied that this would give him some
thing of hold on Evans.
All right" Evans replied to that
one interrogative word.
There was an expression in the law
yer's face, half fear, half triumph. He
had completed his task but it was so
very lately done, that the realization of
his crime remained present before him;
time had not hardened him to the con-
temptation of it. Oppositely, however,
he could not forget the wrong value of
his work.
"Where is the document? 2" asked the
master of The Cedars.
Evans drew forth a leather-bound wal
let, and from it took paper, which he
gave to his client.
"Very well done," said the master of
The Cedars after he had glanced over
it.
Evans flushed slightly at the words of
praise. He had lost his sleep in prepar-
ing that paper, and he was glad that it
suited. Besides, how much depended
on its being well executed.
" But have something that will an
swer the purpose BETTER" continued the
master of The Gears, gleam of tri-
umph coming in his face as he drew
forth the true will of Herbert Cashel.
Evans took it, but could only stare at
1t in meaningless sort of way for
time.
"What is ?" he asked presently.
"What does 1t seem to be 7"
Another ill,-Herbert Cashel's.
What is the need of two9 1t is your
work ?"
1T is his own a genuine document"
cried the master of The Cedars.
"GenuineI" echoed Evans. "I do
not comprehend"
mean that this is the will of the
late Herbert Cashel, signed with his
signature, and attested by the proper
witnesses, as you can certainly perceive
by examination. Evans the suit is ours
beyond doubt !"
Evans understood at last, and trem-
bled little. His first sensation was
one of disappointment. Vanished for
ever was his hold on the rich man be-
fore himl His mine of wealth had TAX
en- to itself wings and flown awayl
But the second thought of Evans
cheeren him. After all, there would be
great peril in attempting to use the forg-
ed will. Now all danger was gone, and
he and his client were sure of their case:
and the winning of II would be a great
triumph for him as an attorney. His
fee would be fat one, as well, in ads
dition. To be continued.