The Emporia weekly news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1881-1889, 1889-03-14
THE YELLED CLIENT.

THE YELLED CLIENT.
It was the gloomiest of gloomy days.
There was not a redeeming feature
about it. If it had only rained there
might have been music in the drops;
If it had showed we could have 'Iived
overn the beautiful poem, but it did
neither, and now late in the afternoon
the air was thick. damp vapor, and
the street ankle deep with slush and
mud that an unpaved western town
supplies so bountifully and readily.
Then, again, the life of young at
torney Is not always one whirl OF ex-
element and pleasurable results. Not
a living soul except bootblack-just
as if we should ever need bootblacks
entered the door that day.
In vain had tried to give my mind
over to the ordinary statutes, and
then in despair sought the more invit-
ing stimulants of Regina vs.. Reynolds;
even the gossip of a great leading case
failed to inspire me, and YEARLY
turned from my books to my thoughts
and from my thoughts to my gloom.
1t was Just then, before had as
cended to the realms of suicidal pur-
pose-for / walk that way slowly
that the door knob hesitatingly, eau
tiously turned and Twas again hard
at work, pen in hand, with one eye on
the paper and the other on the door.
won't make any diagnosis of just
how fast my heart was beating, il per-
adventure the door would open, and
somebody that was somebody should
come in. I could endure the suspense
no longer. and looked squarely up.
The door had opened, and, though the
evening shadows were gathered thick
and fast, could see that my visitor
was in dress and manners a lady-the
most significant word in the greatest
of languages. Her veil concealed her
face, but old or young. ugly or pretty.
her thoughts probably were: Heres
a Young manLvery young-he hasn't
had much experience-don't think he
ever did such work before-it would
help Kim, but that don't help mel
had better look"
But interrupted my own forebod-
ing by springing to my feet with a
''Good evening, madam. Step in; I'm
through with matter in hand-a little
pressed now, with term time upon us,
but have an hour to spend to-day
such a dull day. Sit DOWN. and my
first triumph was won. for she was
seated.
Then l swept my books from me
with an air of relief, as if any problem
sine might agitate would be child's play
compared with what had just passed
through.
had not yet so much as caught the
color of her eyes, and couldn't but
wonder why she kept her veil drawn
so closely-unless she was meditatlng
s sudden flight to the office of the
bald-headed wretch across the way,
who had few grey heirs and Iaors
experience, you know. but Il bad at
tack of rheumatism. too, thank heaven
which deyoutiy trusted was keeping
him on so bad day as this.
81 want you to write a WILL she
suddenly began. in a half-halting
voice.
Certainly, madam 1 answered,
nobly resolving to strengthen the faitl
within her; and pulled half quire OF
legal cap toward me and thought OF
the solemn opening and the weighty
formalities of its publication.
alt is to be my husbands WILL" she
added. ''He dare not come out or
such day as this" and she shivereC
so prettily that / was reconciled witt
the weather for the first time tina
day; 1000. .o,,,o ., ,.o,,,. ;, 49,. .,
l Ventured to suggest.
"Oh, no. not now" she answered
with little sigh. at might excite hin
too much. But he may be better to
night, and will send the carriage fol
you then. 1t will not make any differ
ence. will it. about the will being bind
iug?" And something told me she
was peering anxiously at me.
'tOf course, madam, if he then fully
and voluntarily adopts it as his, it il
| Just the same as if / took it down from
his own lips"
''Well, we want-he wants-to leav,
all his real and personal property t.
me, with full power as executrix-anC
/ am to take charge of his only child
and make her such allowance as shall
think WISE"
'What is your daughters namep"
"She is not my daughter" she ans.
wered, with the slightest token o
gathering animation in her voice.
''Ah, yes; just so," said 1 nervously
fumbling with the paper. "She's you
step-daughterP"
Eyes, SIR"
What's her nameP You see mus
mention 1t.
mabel Cecil" she haItingly spoke
"a deuced pretty name!" remark
ed to myself wonder why she want
to stumble so over pronouncing itP'
And then tried to forget all abou
it as took up my pen and began:
| "I-I-Ahi Pardon me, madam, bu
what's your husbands name?"
What fools men are when q littl
| a1Y,nofnlIr- 10 cff
ting up with an early case!
'sRobert E. Cecil"
s'I. Robert E. Cecil. of the county o
Herkimer, State of -, do make ant
publish this my last will and tesla
ment: -
II give, bequeath, aud devise to m.
dearly beloved wife,
.'Ah! pardon, madam. but what
your nameP"
Lucy L. Cecil
$40 my dearly beloved wife, Luc
L. Cecil, all my real and persona
property of whatsoever kind and ma
ture, after the payment of all my jus
debts; and l hereby commit to he
guardianship mys only child. Mabe
Cecil, for whom there shall be mad
such an allowance and maintenance a
my beloved wife may seem fit
''And hereby appoint Lucy L. Gee
my sole executrix of this my last viii
and testament. hereby revoking al
former wills by me made.
I'm witness whereof have hereunt
set my hand, this third day of Novem
Der a. ID. 1877"
II suppose you understand" I IN
dertook to explain. "that this vii
vests all your husbands property il
| you, and to leave your daughter
allowances to your discretion is Il
leave, at law, nothing in her owl
right. The provision is. in short
meaningless, except that it shows tina
the testator had her in his mind whel
he made his will, and so far makes
all the more binding.
Exactly" She spoke with anima
ton. ''It's his wish-and shall SEE
that you are well paid for your troubl