San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-02-27
THE YELLED CLIENT.


had only rained there might have been music
in the drops; if it had showed we could have
"lived over the beautiful poem; but it did
neither, and now late in the afternoon the
air was a thick, damp vapor, and the street
ankle deep with slush and mud that an I'M
paved western town supplies so bountifully
and readily.
Then, again, the life of young attorney
is not always one whirl Of excitement and
pleasurable results. Not living soul except
a bootblack-just as if we should ever need
bootblacks again-had catered the door that
day In vain had tried to give my mind
over to the arbitrary statutes, and then in
despair sought the more inviting stimuIants
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.
NIt was Just then, before had assembled to
the realms of suicidal purpOse-for | walk
that way slowly-that the door knob hesitat-
ingly, cautiously turned and WAS again
hard at work, pen in hand, with one eye on
the paper and the other on the door.
won't make a diagnosis of just how fast
my heart was beating, if peradventure the
door would open, and somebody that was
somebody should come in. could endure
the suspense no longer, and looked squarely
up. The door had opened, and, though the
evening shadows were gathering 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: Here's
young man-very young-he hasn't had
much experience-don't think he ever did
such work before-it would help him, but
that don't help mel had better lOOk"-
. But interrupted my own fOrebOdings by
springing TO my feet with Good evening,
madam. Step in; I'm through with the mat
ter in banda little pressed now, with term
time upon us, but have an hour to spare to-
day-such dull day. Sit down!" and my
first triumph was won, for she was seated.
Then | swept my books from me with an
air of relief, as if any problem she might
agitate would be chiId's play compared to
what had just passed through.
had not yet so much as caught he color
of he eyes, and couldn't but wonder why
she kept nr veil drawn so closely-unless she
was mcuIJating sudden flight to the office
of the bald headed wretch across the way,
who had a few gray hairs and more exper.
fence, you know, but bad attack of rheu.
matism too, thank heaven, which | devOutly
trusted was keeping him home on so bad "a
day as this.
Il want you to write will" she suddenly
began, in a half halting voice.
Certainly, madam" answered, nobly re-
solving to strengthen the faith within her;
and pulled half quire Of legal cap towards
me and thought of the solemn opening and
the weighty formalities of Its publication.
at is to be my husbands will" she added.
HE dare not come out on such day as this, y
and she shivered so prettily that l was recon
ciled with the weather for the first time that
day.
Hadn't better come to your houser !
ventured to suggest.
''Oh, no! not now" she answered, with a
little sigh. ut might excite him too much,
But he may be better tonight, and l will
send the carriage for you then. 1t will not
make any difference, will it, about the will
being bindingp And something told Inc she
was peering anxiously at me.
'Of course, madam, if he then fully and
voluntarily adopts it as his, it is just the
same as if l took it all down from his own
lips"
well, we want-he wants-to leave all his
real and personal property to me, with full
power as executriX-and am to take charge
of his only child, and make for her such al
lowance as | shall think wise"
what is your daughters namep
"She is not my daughter" she answered
with the slightest token of gathering ANNA.
ton in her voice.
"Ah, yes; just So" said |, nervously fun
daughterp
Eyes, sir"
Whats her name2 You see | must men
tion it"
mabel Cecil" she haltingly spoke.
"A deuced pretty ramem remarked to my
self. ~ wonder why she wants to stumble
so over pronounciug it," And then triec
to forget all about it as | took up my per
and began: ''I-I- All! pardon me, madam
but what's your husbands namef
What fools men are when little excited
especially young lawyers, sitting up with al
early case!
Robert E. Cecil"
81, Robert E. Cecil, of the county Of Her
kimer, and state of -, do make and pub
liSh this my last will and testament:
81 give, bequeath and devise to my dearly
beloved wife,
"Ah! pardon, madam, but what's you
name:'
Lucy L. Cecil"
TO my dearly beloved wife, Lucy L
Cecil all my real and personal property o.
whatsoever kind and nature after the pay
ment Of all my just debts. and hereby com
NIT to her guardianship my only child. AaUp