The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-01-21

cnaracters' - Inc last Will and tesla.
ment Of Frederick Deana
CAS- you like said the other, ex.
changing an amused smile with his
companion. '0nly; issue Nannette
comfortable future, and remember
that to issue ityou mustcut 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 a 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 you?p he asked?'
turning to his visitors as he finished.
An eager affirmativeanswered him.
"Then remember" he said, with a
certain earnest gravity, "to see JUS
tice done if my Nannet,ee 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 a minute after their departure
Mr.. Dean sat lost in thought, then,
arousing himself he took up the morn
ing paper, and turned to the finan-
cial column. He just finished it,
and was carefully cutting out the
article when the door opened, and
Nannctte entered, her fresh face
bright with smiles.
"Ah, my dear, .jnst in time,D said
Mr.. Dean fondly. Get themucilage.n
ooh, papal that everlasting musty
fnancials!" laughed the girl, with a
mock horror. "Why don't you let
me cut you out a love story, a Bit Of
poetry and paste In here2tWho but
you would ever have. thoaght of a
sscrapsbook of fnaneials9s
"You need not laagh,smy DEAR
smiled the old gentleman, "those T.
.nancials have something to do with
your future"
with my future?n exclaimed his
adopted daughter, raising his eyes
from the book she had just drawn
toward her, and opening them very
widely on the old gentleman.
"Yes, my dear; they have helped
me make fortune, and that fortune
will some day be yours. Ihave made
you my sole heir-having willed you
all my property. Remember that,
Mamie, and if need be fight for your
rights. My brother is no friend Of
yours, as you well know"
Nannette sprang to her feet and
threw herself on the old gentleman's
bosom.
"Now, papa" she murmured, chok-
ingly, don't say will to me again.
| want you and nothing else"
In 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
all the next, this miserable feeling
clung to her, and at the close of the
next the substance us well as the
shadow was there. The hale old
gentleman had, through strange
casualty, passed into the spiritual
world.
The one near relative, a wealthy
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
the secretaries, etc, of his departed
brother, with the firm determination
that Nanette 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, a little surprise in her soft eyes.
Mr.. Dean was prompt. Majestically
waving her 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, wearily,
finding he noused for n rnnlv md