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

Win prolonged eulpuasis, anu tneh
said.
THAT amounts to nothing In the
absence of win l remain master
here"
Aroused from her apathy by the
significant tone, Nannette looked up
inquiringly, and he said:
Eyes, the law gives me every
thing, and you Nannette, will see the
propriety Of establishing yourself
elsewhere"
"But papa told me be had made
me his sole legatee," said Nannette
in slow startled tones.
THAT won't stand in law" sneered
Mr.. Dean.
"You don't mean that you are 60
ing to turn me out Of my home,"
exclaimed the girl, increduously.
Certainly not" again sneered Mr..
Dean. "In the first place you have
no home-this home is mine in the
second, / expect you to &c"
ITO go?" exclaimed Nannette.
"Certainly," was the cold reply.
"You are nothing to me. My
brother adopted you'll have nothing
to do with that. You will therefore
do me the favor to pack your clothing
and leave at your earliest convenience.
OF course l do not interfere with
your appropriation of any personal
effects" And bow of dismissal
followed the heartless words.
Nannette rose with bursting heart,
and was about to leave the room when
her eye fell on the old scrap book
which had been carelcssly pushed to
the back of the library table the last
day of Frederick Deans life, and had
| there remained.
"You will allow me thatT" she
murmured, huskily, indicating the
desired book, adding, as she drew it
toward him and turned few leaves:
For years it was my daily duty to
paste these articles there, and-and
it is so associated with him"
lit Ia valueless to me, you can
take it." George Dean returned, push
ing it toward her.
She lifted it with bow and silent
| w left the room. The rest of the day
was spent in gathering her wardrobe
together. 1t WAS nearing dusk when
she took up the old scrap book, in
tending to place 1t in the bottom Of
an empty trunk which she had de-
voted to her books. But with burst
of tears she sat down. and taking it
in her lap, turned leaf after leaf,
thinking as the bereaved can only
think.
Twenty inmates later she had
wrapped up the book, and Was pro-
ceeding up town as fast as horse car
would take.
She alighted at handsome resi-
dence. and was shown into the pri-
vate library of the owner, with
whom she obtained an immediate in
terview.
Whatever the nature OF the inter
| view it was soon at an end. Dusk
had fallen when she returned to the
place she had 80 recently considered
her home, and she had barely fresh
ened her toilet wheu the tea bell rang.
She descended at once, and entered
the room with Mr.. Dean, who had
Just come from the library. A look
of supercilious surprise, elevated his
brow for q moment, as he said:
"You did not get off this after
noonw
"No," answered Nannette, simply;
and, as usual, took her place behind
the tea urn.
Evidently annoyed, Mr.. Dean said,
as he seated himself:
"You go tomorrow, Of course
at depends upon circumstances"
replied Nannette, calmly.
| A hot flush mounted the gentle
mans brow, and he replied, very an
grily:
ii shall see to it that the circum-
stances are favorable to your depart
ure."
Nannette made no response, but
proceeded to do the honors with the
same care and ease and grace which
had characterized her during her
fathers life, scrupulously observant
of the courtesies due from hostess to
guest.
"The impu lent jake" thought Mr..
Dean; but he took his supper in sub
len silence.
As they arose from the table there
was a ring at the door bell.
Who can that be2 he said, and
stood waiting.
The servant entered and answered
the question.
"Mr. Perky. He wishes to see
you"
"Perkly-what! Is it Lawyer
Perklyp
eyes, SIR"
"Where is hep
ain the library, sir"
With a sad smile Nannette follow
| ed him from the room, and went on
to the drawing room. In the course
of half an hour Mr.. Perky joined
her there.
"Well. sir" she murmured anx-
iously.
"All right" he laughed. "He has
but one desire. think, and that is
to stink away without seeing you
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