The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-10-26
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road. thinking t0r once 10 wsy What
hiief life ilis was and hos quickly v
lefi Il behind ~. Hc LAd iusi been NAL
ing old Mr Paransn's viii, aud Il va
doubtful il Old Mr.. parkman would u,
until night. The pompous, bussling, di'
taiory man was dying, and the vorl
woaiI g.. aloag well enough without hin
as il would without any OF US
One person would gricve for him, an
that the very one who would he benehte
by his death. Years ago Mr.. Parkma
had picked mp IN the streets Of New York
Oh cold winter night, apoor little ltalia
boy who had been sent by bis padrone ;
scrape the violin on bleak corner Mr.
Parkman had found that the little fellos
was III treated, and had taken legal meas
ures to release and adopt him, and thi
boy, now grown 10 be seventeen years old
was the old mans pride and comfort.
want TO give everything to Ludoyieo
he had said TO the lawyer. He deserves
it, and love him. My nephew, Ralph
Werner, would pounee upon everything Il
left no will No. should have made
one even If had never found this boy.
should leave all to some charity. Ralph
is brute--ricb, greedy. contemplate.
Ludoyico will carry out my good ideas
and do good with his money.
So the will was written, and was now in
the lawyers breast pocket to be carried to
his office and locked up in Ger tain box.
/ may live for years, said the old man.
and Ralph would make no bones OF de.
stroy will. He's bad fellow-a very
bad fellow
But at the door Mr.. Parkman's man had
told him that the doctor had said that his
masters hours were numbered; that he
would not see the next sun rise. No won
der that Mr.. Tibbetts felt that this was an
uncertain sort of world.
But the boys down in the hollow beside
the road on which the horse slowly.trotted,
who were making the most of holiday
and some fre-crackers and lother gunpow-
derry playthings, such as one might fancy
Satan had invented for his offspring, we're
trubled with no grave thoughts or solemn
emotions The black figure of the lawyer,
long and lean, seated on his quiet old
horse. instead of awakening awe in their
small bosoms, aroused them to deeds OF
Suddenly an invention similar
10 bomb shell, though smaller and less
burtled through the air, hit
Mr. Tibbetts in the small of the back, and
exploded. Mr. Tibbetts started; the horse
cared, and in moment more Mr.. Tib-
)etts was on his back in the hollow, and |
he horse q mile away up the road, and the
will sticking in the solitary gooseberry
push that decorated the Widow Wickett's
ront door yard.
Now the Widow Wicket was one OF
hose people who are always wretchedly
'oor, no matter what is done for them, and
nd though she had more given her than
ny other person in town, she always had
roken panss of glass in her window, and
ways patching them up with paste.
oard, tin pans and straw hats.
Toddling out shortly after the accident,
I which she had heard enothing, being
own cellar at the time. she found fine
iece OF parchment sticking in her bush,
nd as it was just the size Of two panes Of
lass, appropriated it at once, fastening il
ell with many tacks. As she could not
sad writing, the names on the paper
ever strnck her eye, and as for the red :
Ipe, she used that for shoe string i'm
Il
Meanwhile, down ut the hotel to which
, had been carried, Mr. Tibbetts came to
mseli, found that he was not greatly in.
red, expressed his opinion of boys in
neral, and waited for his clothes, which q
ere being brushed for him. u
And, by the way, cried Mr.. Tibbetts,
ddenly, bring me the document in the r
iistcoat pocket, William. It's very yalu a
lie. a
William could not turn pale; he was the ID
lor OF charcoal; but he stsred at Mr.. o.
bbetts N
For de Lord, massa, your watch, au h
cketbok, an penknife, an, cardcase, an K,
is all dere was in de pock. al
! he said Dere wasn't no dockyment m
Il n,
paper, parchment, explained Mr.. sa
Dbetts Of
'artinly. is aware what dockyment
sab, replied William, with proper
nifty; but dar wasn't none sab.
ain search was made on the road in
hollow--everywhere. The will was
lie. Sore as he was from his fall, Mr..
Lets had himself driven back to the We
kman mansion. He arrived there be- sti
} the sun set, but old Mr.. Parkman was IN
.ady dead; and all rewards that we're th'
red failed to bring the will to light. we
} Widow Wicket never read the news. ut'
'ers. ful
he law had its course. The nephew Nj
le into the property. The two old SER
Is. who had been well provided for by Co
IL master, sought other situations Lu- ur,
leo was left without penny; but be kn
sgood education, and Mr.. Tibbetts Of
red him position in his law Office, on VIII
larry that saved him from starving--a onl
ter salary than he would have given for
other boy. Somehow he felt himself by
oonsible for the boys changed fortune; roo
be never quite gave mp all hope about cas-
will, But six months passed year Co,
and nothing heard Of it, can
iow, Mr.. Tibbotts had charge Of the tyi
! Note property, and. as every one the
", the Widow Wickett's little house 10 ,
upon it. She owned the building but aro
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