Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1888-11-15

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dependent young fellow. who never
thought 10 curry favor with his rich
uncle, went over to his house and gave
him piece of his mind.
" A thousand dollars was nothing to
you. Uncle lie said. II believe the
doctor paid it, but if he did not how
could you turn the girls out Of house
and home?"
" You have no right to dictate to
me. young man. cried old Jones.
perhaps you think, as my next Of
kin. my money will go to you when
die. 1t shan't; not penny of it; no.
not penny of it. But / see what ii
is. You're sweet on Kitty Dunn. You
wanted the housed"
- love Kitty Dunn. shan't deny
that" replied Oliver; "but all want
is to be able 20 marry her However.
I'll work hard.'
. You'll wait for my old shoes, :"
yelled the old man; "but swear you
shan't get penny. No! not one. Get
ont of my house. My brother always
was an abusive, insulting fellow, and
you are his image.
"Thank God. don't resemble you, :"
retorted Oliver as he marched away,
wishing that he knew how to make
more than five dollars week, enough
at least to enable him to save Kitty
from dress-making; ashamed of his un-
Gle. who, he felt sure. ch Gated the poor
doctor and his orphans.
1t is not well for gentlemen of apo
plectic tendencies to fall into great
RACES. Old Jones discovered this that
night. After swearing so that the
only wonder was that the ground did
not open and swallow him, he had
something OF the nature of Il hit Hap
PLY for him neighbor saw him stag
ger and fall as he came out to fasten
his gate. and helped him into the house
and sent for the doctor.
The doctor came. shook his head,
and advised him to settle his affairs
and send for the minister.
lis it as bad as that?" asked old
Jones. mo matter for tia minis
ter. Send for Lawyer Peabody. l
haven't made my will. aud il die my
good-for-nothing nephew, Oliver, will
get all ! leave"
Lawyer Peabody, summoned in
haste, came at once.
Il want my will made" said old
Jones.
Certainly, sir" said Mr.. Peabody.
What's q good charity?" asked
Mr.. Jones.
Il beg pardon?" asked the lawyer.
IL want TO leave my money to some
one something-away from nephew
Oliver Ec'll--get it-.if 1 don'tr'
painted Jones.
There's The INDECENT Widows
Home, aid the lawyer.
Hate women!" gasped old Jones.
destitute Clerk, Association. said
the lawyer.
mo; Oliver might get taken in
there III his o.! are. Who is the
richest man IL ,i;c cn,ilty?'
"OId Captain Wadiilovc-- worth a
million" said Mr.. Peabody.
"rll leave it all to him." said the
miseE
Mr. Peabody knew him too well to
rcmonstrate lie teoa soula paper
from the escritoire, and he also filled
Ir an empty ink stand with small
bottle of ink which he found, and went
to work. The miser, lying with closed
eyes, begged him to express his Mr..
Jones'--high respect for the character
of old Captain WaIdilove. and TO say
that this, as well as thnt spendthrifts
should not waste his savings. was his
motive in leaving all to him uuknown,
as he was.
1t took iva people 10 hold the misel
up in bel while n fecbly traced hi:
signature, bnt this once done. he
chucklel ana laughed. and boosted
that he hui outwitGcd Oliver.
That night !i' n.:rd wandered. The
next day h, los, all use Of his limbs.
But he lived Il fortnight more. and
died at last quite suddenly. after try
ing to swear at the good old minister
who strove to recall INN TO a sense
that he had soul.
The funeral was over Not teal
was shed. The time for the reading
OF the will had come.
Perhaps. Mr. Oliver. you had bet
ter hear il. sail Mr.. Peabody "Yot
are the hcir-at-law but for this.
fairly warn you that your late uncle
has proved his i'll feeling towards you
to be deep-seated; hut ! would like
you to come.
"rll come" said Oliver. Il know
my uncle hated me. expect moth
ing.
And so he sat in the queer little par
Tor, where curious neighbors assembled
to hear what Miscr Jones had don,
with his half million of money.
The lawyer sat in their midst. II,
held in his hand paper. Endorsed
"Last viii and Testament of Y. Jones
ESQ.," and after few brief remarks
slowly unfo,led it. As he did so, hi
eyes dilated. He stared in astonish
ment.
The pages. properly fastened to-
gether, were there, but not word o
writing was visible upon them.
Ladies and gentlemen. said Mr.
Peabody. ''th;s savors of miracle.
know this to be the paper upon whicl
wrote the will of the late Xerxei
Jones. Here is the seal under whicl
the witnesses signed their names, bu
the testament itself has vanished from
the paper
Every body crowded forward to look
lin fact" said Mr.. Peabody, ether
is no will in existence. 1t is plain tina
writing of some sort has been here, bu
no words remain.
mo more they didGt," piped
faint old voice. ION my poor hus
bands rent receipt"
Nor on the paper we though
proved our mortgage paid" sighcC
Miss Kitty Dunn.
AHA" said the lawyer II begir
10 understand. Then rising. he went
to the escritoire Here Is the inl
with which filed the stand" he said
and carried it to the window.
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