Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1885-07-02

Mother, may do as like with the
money p said she almost in whisper.
of course you may answered Mrs.
MiIlaby. You're over age, srn't you?'
'Ohl mother, III give it all to Timothy
Payson.'
TO Timothy Payson,' echoed Mrs. Mil
laby. loftily. 4 hope, child. you'll put
all that sort of nonsense out of your
head. Timothy Payson, indeedl You
can look higher now, l hope, than any
carpenter of 'em ALL
Katie's innocent face fell.
Mother. you would not have me give
up Timothy?'
Don't talk nonsense. Katie said Mrs.
Millaby, with extreme disgust. We
shan't stay here. III give up the house.
Deborah Sanborn will be glad to get it,
and we'll take house in some more
fashionable place, where we can see
plenty of genteel company. And there's
no telling how good a match you may
make, if only you play your cards we'll
Mrs. Millaby in the meanwhile was
making arrangements for a new life
which seemed opening before her. She
gave all her boarders a weeks warning
"A week is short time said old Mr..
Riverleigh.
L can't help that said Mrs. Millaby,
1'll be slave no longer
From a meek, amiable hard working
woman, Mrs. Millaby had suddenly BIOS
somed out into an arrogant, purse>proud
shrew-no improvement on her old self.
The boardsrs shraDk away feeling
themselves trespassers.
Katie was secretly afraid of her moth
er, and dreaded divulging the fact that
she was still true to her first love, and
there was general uncomfortable att
mosphere about the house.
But don't see,' Mrs. Millaby said,
lottily. what keeps the letter of advice.
It's lawyers business to notify the
heirs at once. Grandfather Mlllaby has
been dead nearly a week now, and not a
word have we heard. 1 shall not trust
Katie's money in Lawyer Luckeys hands
after this. What's that? The postmanl
Give me the letter, Katie, quickP
Her hand trembled with excitement
as she held 1t out.
But the direction was not in bold le-
gal hand, but cramped female cali
graphy.
Mary Silsbee, as 1 live,' cried Mrs.
Millaby.
my DEER REBECCA-I Deeply Regrett
that l UnintentiOnally Nissled you
About the Millaby Will. There was
legacy of Ten Thousand Pounds to Cath
arine Millaby, but it was George Miila-
by's Daughter As was Ment, and not
your Girl And there is nothing left to
you. Rssp'y MARY sILsBEE.'
Mrs. Millaby flung the letter to one
side, with burst os hysteric tears and
sobs.
There's nothing in it after ALL she
bewailed herself. Not a shadow of
truth And we're as poor as everl And
Tim Psyson mortally offended, and all
the boarders gone swayl Oh, what shall
we do2 What will become of us?'
Mother, don't fretr said CHEEKY Katie,
coming close to her. Tins as good and
true as ever. And I'll just speak to Mr..
Riverleigh, and the Merricks, and the
Miss Hallers. and know they will not
leave US. And, perhaps, mother, DEAR
with little quiver in her voice, I'VE
shall be deal happier just as we are,
than if we had Inherited Grandfather
MiIlaby's money
We'll, maybe you're right said Mrs.
Millsoy. reluctantly. But Mrs. Millsby
has never yet ceased to think regretfuI>
ly of the money which Katie did not in
herit from flinty-hearted old Grandfathr
or Millaby--R. NJ. Ballantyne.