The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1885-01-02

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"Oh, Walter Clifford! Yes. of course
know where he lives. AT Clifford Hall,
in Derbyshire."
"Well, Leonard Hope saved him from
prison, and ruined you. That young
man had good heart. He would not
forget such kindness. He may not
know where Mr.. BARLEY lives, butsu
ly he will know where Hope is"
Lucy" said Leonard, you are not
such fool as you were. 1t lisa chance,
at all events. I'll go down to that neigh
borhoOd directly. I'll have q first-rate
cam
"And you will never say anything or
do anything tO--Oh, Leonard, I'm
bad wife. l never can be good one
now to anybody. But I'm good moth
er; and thought God had forgiven me,
when he sent me my little angel. You
make her darling blush for her."
Curse me If L do" said Leonard, be-
trayed into moments warmth. But
he was soon himself again. "There,"
said he, III leave the little blOke my
inheritance. Perhaps you don't know
| I'm heir to large estate in WestmOre-
land; no end of land, and half lake,
and only eleren ires bet,ceen the estate and
me. ] will leave my great expectations
to that young bloke. What's his Chris
tan name%
Augustus"
"And what's his fathers name%
Jonathan"
Leonard then left all his property,
real and personal, and all that should
ever accrue to him, to Augustus Bra
ham, son of Jonathan Braham, and left
Lucy Brahaln sole executriX and trustee.
Then he hurried into the outer office,
signed this document, and got it wit
messed. The clerks proposed to en-
gross it.
"What for?' said he. "This is the
strongest form. All in the same hand
writing as the signature; forgery made
easy are your engrOssed Wills"
He took it in to Mrs. Braham, and
read it to her, and gave it to her. He
meant it all as joke; he read it with a
sheer. But the mothers heart over
flowed. She put it in her bosom, and
kissed his hand.
"Oh. Leonard" said she, God bless
you! Now l see you mean no ill to me
and mine. You don't lOUe me enough TO be
angry sCith me. But it all comes back to
Now promise me one thing: don't give
way to revenge or ayarice. You are so
wise when you are cool, but no man can
! give way to his passions and be wise.
Why run any more risks? He is liberal
to me, and Pm not eXtravagant. / can
allow you more than l said, and wrong
nobody"
Monckton interrupted her, thus:
There, old girl, yOn are a good sort;
you always were. But not bleed that
skunk BARLEY, and not be revenged on
| thot villain Hnnap V1J fbar Il 10 xuhar,
/ stand, for they have turned my blood
to gall, and lighted hell in my heart this
many year OF misery"
lie held out his hand to her; it was
cold. She grasped it in her warm, soft
palm, and gave him one strange, search
ing look with her glorious eyes; and so
they parted.
Next day. at dusk, there arrived at
the Dun Cow an elderly man with a
large carpet-bag and a strapped bundle
Of patterns-tweed, kersey, velveteen,
anu corduroys. lie had a short gray
mustache and beard, very neat; and ap-
peared to be a commercial traveller.
In the evening he asked for brandy,
kettle, and a punch-bowl. a huge one.
relic OF past age, was produced. He
mixed delicious punch, and begged the
landlady to sit down and taste it. She
complied, and pronounced it tirst-rate.
lie enticed her into conversation.
she was q rafting gossip, and told
him first her own grievances. Iere'Was
the village charging, and yet no more
custom coming to her because of the
beer-house. The very mention of this
obnoxious institution moved her bile
directly, "A pretty gentleman" said
she, ito brew his own beer and under
sell poor widow that have been here
all her days and her father before her!
But the Colonel won't let me be driven
out altogether, no more will Mr.. Wal
ter; he do manage. for the old gentle
man now"
Monckton slipped and waited for the
name of Hope, but it did not come.
The good lady deluged him with the
things that interested her. She was 20
have bit of farm added on the Dun
Cow; It was to be grass land, and not
much labor wanted. She couldn't
undertake that; was it likely? But for
milking of cows and making butter or
cheese, that she was as good at as here
and there one; and if she could have the
custom of the miners for her milk.
But, la, sir" said she, "I'll go bail as
that there BARLEY will take and set up
shop"
Bartley! SAID MOncktOn, 1nqulr-
ingly.
SAY. sir; him as owns the mine, and
the beer shop, and all, worse luck for
me-"
BARLEY? Who is he?"
ooh, one of those chaps that rise from
nothing nowadays. Came here to farm;
but that was blind, the Colonel says.
Sunk mine, he did, and built pit vii
lage, and turns everything into brass
money!. But there, you are stranger,
sir; what is all this to your"
"Why, it is very Interesting" said
MOnckton. Mistress, always like to
hear the whole history of every place L
stop at, especially from a sensible wo-
man like you, that sees to the bottom
of things. Do have another glass. Why
] should be as dull as ditch-water, now,
if had not your company"
La, sir, I'm sure you are welcome to
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