Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1881-07-14

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ed for some more coffee, and observed
John Burrows and his mother went to
New York in the first train this morning,
she tried to rise unconcernedly from the
table, and fell in dead faint on the car
pet among them.
When Nelly came to, she was un-
dressed and in bed, and Aunt Mary was
darning stockings ut the foot.
"Oh, let me get up, Aunt Mary!
don't want to lie here !"
"Now, Nell, be reasonable You're
ill.,"
"Oh, Aunt Mary, I'm not.
"Nelly, if you will lie still to-day, I'll
let You have that old box of curiosities
in my room to look over. Will you?
Il don't know"
Aunt Mary went for them. Nelly shut
her eyes and let the wave III all its bitter
ness surge over her once; when Miss
Golding came back, bringing box OF
old mahogany, black AID glossy with
time.
There !" setting it on the bed.
With wintry little smile of thanks,
Nelly lifted the cover. The old mahog-
any box contained strange things. Pie
lures on wood and ivory, illuminated
manuscripts, webs of stronge lace, an
tique ornaments, ancient embroideries,
great packages of old letters, sealed TASKS
of unfamiliar perfume, ancient brooches
of red gold, finger rings of clumsily-set
gems tied together with faded ribbons, q
knot of hair fastened together with a
gold heart, the silver hilt of n sword and
lastly, tiny octagon portrait of an old
man, done in chalk upon kind of vel
lum and enclosed i'll frame of tarnished
brass.
"Who is this that is so ugly, Aunt
Mary?"
THAT, they say, is my great grand
father, Nelly"
"What is it painted on-this queer
stuff"
"Wen, it is kind of leather, | be-
lieve. They used to write on it i'll old
| times"
He is mcommonly ugly, isn't he ?"
said Nelly, wearily.
As she spoke, the little case fell apart
in her hands. A yellow, folded paper
was revealed. She opened it, and saw
that it was written upon.
"Why, bless my soul, what have you
there?" exclaimed Miss Golding, rising
up in strange alarm.
She snatched it from Nelly's hand.
at can't be the will +" she cried.
Nelly looked ON in dumb surprise.
Amt Mary read few words. then rushed
away in wild agitation to the library
where her brother was sitting Nelly
could hear them talking, the two; then
her brother came then the old house
keeper was called from the dining-room
and so much confused conversation she
never heard before. BY and by, they
all waited upon her in n body.
"Nelly," said her father, sitting down
on the foot of the bed, "you are an heir
ess."
"This is old Grandfather Goldin',
will !" exclaimed Aunt Mary, fourishine
the bit of yellow paper.
cit seems that he was very eccentric,
Gregory condescended to explain. "H'
was very rich, and had some hard son'
and some grandsons who promised to b,
harder, and he fell out with the Who'll,
set, who were waiting for him to die
He declared that no money of his should
encourage the young peoples excesses
a little poSerty would help the family
and the fourth generation would appre
ciate his money, and probably mak'
good use of it. When he died, no vii
could be found and though there was
famous struggle for the property it wen
into the hands of trustees, through tn,
oath of the lawyer who drew up the will
and there it has been, descending from
one person to another, and accommodating
in value, until you and L, Nelly, are a
rich as Crnsus."
"How, Gregory"
"Ain't WE the fourth generation
Father was the only child, we are hi
only children all the back folks are deat
and it slides down to us on creased wires
Hurrah for Grandfather Goldingl"
els this true, father?"
eyes, my dear. The property is chief
ly in Leeds, England. The housekeepe
who came over last summer, you know
happens to know all about it. It is in saf
hands, and our claim is indisputable.
What did Nelly do? The little goose
Instead of flying off in thoughts of a cal
riage, and dresses of cloth, of gold, an
trip to Europe, she buried her face i
the pillows, and murmured under he
breath, "Oh, John! Oh, dear, dea
John |"
And it was no castle i'll the air. Thre
months proved that Nelly Golding wa
the mistress of gold untold, almost. An
then little note went to Kansas saying
"DEAR JoHN-I am waiting for yo
3 with fortune. Will you come for IN
now?
"NELLY."
| And he came instantly and thoug
r some might have sneered at his readiness
} the heart of the little wife was always {