Griggs courier., 1893-09-29
MAKING HIS WILL.

MAKING HIS WILL
How the Dalrymple Girls Found 6
Home at Leggett's Luck.
We are the four Dalrymple girls
Dolores, Blanche, Huldah and Ignatia
Oddly enough, we are not the least bi
like our names. for Dolores is the mos
cheerful, jolly sort of body; Blanche
is the dark one, and Huldah the beauty
while am nothing at all like the
stately, imposing maiden one would
naturally expect to see in Ighatia Dal
rymple.
We are orphans, and our sole posses
sions consist of small house and gar
den in humdrum village, a few silver
spoons, one beautiful old cabinet oi
solid mahogany. a string of gold beads
descended to us from our great-grand.
mother, and ourselves. All the rest
our fathers books and our mothers
jewels-went little by little to buy our
bread and butter while were growing
from babies to young women.
For three or four years now we have
been taking care of ourselves; Dolores
with her pen-she writes the most de-
lightful tales; Blanche with her music
pupils in neighboring city; Huldah
as typewriter in the same busy place,
and keeping the old home in order
and making many of the girls clothes.
We all like good times and pretty
things, and sometimes can't help wish
ing we could have more of them. But,
on the whole, we jog along very con-
tentedly, trying to keep sweet-tem-
pered and serene, as our precious moth
er always did even in the darkest
hours.
One morning not long ago. soon
after Blanche and Huldah had come
home ft1 vacation, we sat together in
our coel. pleasant sitting-room. For a
wonder, we were not all talking at.the
moment that laundering knock was
given on the front door. We jumped
as guiltily as though we had been
caught stealing jam, and went to see
who had come. A tall countryman
stood before me on the porch.
Good mornin'. marm," he said, at
the same time extending letter. ''Old
Col. Leggett, over to Rockmeadow, he
asst me to give ye this as was a-pass-
in. l reckon this is the Dalrymple
place, marm?"
Eyes. Thank you," said, staring at
the letter and then at him.
He made an awkward attempt at
bow and went off to his wagon.
1 came back to the sitting-room, hold
ing the thick yellow envelope up for
my sisters to see.
''Only think, girls, it is from Grand
father Leggett!'
Now our Grandfather Leggett was
very peculiar parsonage For q great
many years he had lived on the other
side of the world, and had written to
our mother very seldom. A few months
after her death, he came home to Leg
;gett's Luck, the old family homestead,
about ten miles down the railroad from
our village. He came over to see us
twice a year, usually bringing sack
of potatoes or apples. At Christmas
time he always sent us five dollars
apiece. Once we were invited to spend
a week with him. We enjoyed the pic.
turesquc, rambling farmhouse, the por-
traits, the quaint furniture and all the
special hooks our mother had told us of
in our childish days passed in a distant
: state, but we could not enjoy our new
found grandfather Whether he had
lived loo long in some heathenish
country where they don't have Amer
lean girls; whether his conscience re-
preached him for some other reason, we
did not know, but he seemed just as ill
at ease with us as we felt with him.
Some way we could not be ourselves
with the little. dark-skinned, white
haired old gentleman, whose keen.
black eyes shone from under his bushy
brows as brilliantly as the wonderful
gem flashed upon his shirt-front.
Our Grandfather Leggett was reputed
: to be fabulously rich, but everybody
said that Will Hendip was to be his
their. The Hendip estate joined the
Leggett Luck, and the two families
were distantly related. Wills father,
who had married and died away off in
foreign land, was grandfather's
partner, and we had heard that grand
adIhcF Ado auopCcu Will. we oil liked
the genial, handsome fellow, who came
often to see us, but we suspected. from
sundry sharp speeches our grandfather
made now and then, that he was not
pleased with the intimacy growing up
between cousin Will'' and ''those Dal-
srymple girls"
Such was the state of things between
our relatives and ourselves when the
unexpected letter made its appearance.
''Who is it for?" asked Huldah, for
getting her grammar.
I turned the blank envelope toward
,1ler.
mo address!' she cried! "How
queer! But then it comes from aqucer
man.
Hush, Huldah!" reproved Dolores,
who, as the eldest, had taken the letter
from me and was tearing it open.
"Who knows but he has sent us a thou
sand dollars"
''No danger" mur,nured Huldah, as
tDolores began to read aloud:
"DEAR Sis: want you to come over next
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