Birmingham age-herald., 1895-03-19
STORY OF A WILL.

Il uO WISH tne pOStlndn WOulu COmc, said Marion Cross Harfeld, namesake of a maiden aunt who had died nearly nine years ago, worth about s100, ,000 and who in her will had given directions that certain sum of this money was to be used by MT. Harfleld for the benefit of his family until her godchild, Marion, was IS years of age.
 On the anniversary of that eighteenth birthday Marion was to receive a letter from t,,r aunt's lawyer, which would state how the money was to be disposed of after that time.
 The morning had arrived, and Marion's excitement about the letter was intense The postman came at last, and Mir. Harfield - handed to his daughter the longed for mis- sive.
 'Oh, dear. it's the queerest letter." said Marion, handing 1t to her father. Please read it. papa. can't understand it yet" Mr. Harfeld commenced:
 Wears ago I was to have been married to a man whom thought all truth and honor need not tell you the whole story. It is sufficient to tell you that he did not marry me. He ruined my faith in mankind, and that's the reason die unmarried. would save you, my child, from fate like mine. Therefore bequeath to you the interest of mymoney so long as you remain unmarried
 
 spinsterhood, the whole, principle and in terest, is at your disposal"
 Whoever would get married at 40? And what's the use of all that money at that age?" exclaimed Marion.
 "Should you, however, meet one for whom you can give up this money, on the wedding day read the other letter which my lawyer will forward you, which will tell you how wish my money disposed of. !" But, papa, and all of you, no outsiders need be told about the conditions on which l receive my money. We are going to en- joy life with it."
 And "enjoy life" she did, and pretty Mar ion Harfeld was one of the most sought after young ladies in the place.
 It soon began to be noticed that where ever Marion Harfield was there, or very near, was Cecil Lynes. the son of a neigh boring baronet, to be found.
 The day came when Cecil could no longer fa refrain from telling his love. And Marion' Well, who could blame her? "Oh, Cecill said I'd live and die an old maid; but, my dear, I love you-and- can't"
 | And how soon can I have my wife2" questioned Cecil some half hour afterward. -, "Oh, Cecil, forgot. Perhaps you won't marry when tell you about my money" r. My darlingl What do care for your :, ,moneya But what will your father say'"
 "Oh papa will sanction anything that is { for my happiness" shyly answered Marion. And so the engagement was agreed to. The wedding was arranged to take place early in January, and MT. Bliss, the lawyer, i. was written to. He graciously accepted the invitation sent him to be present at the ov,u p1 ,,royy, fnh hrip ha tof letter with him.
 The wedding and breakfast were over. The last guest had departed.
 "Goodby, moneyl" cried excited Marion as the family gathered in the drawing room Now, Mir. Bliss, for the letterr'
 MT. Bliss calmly and deliberately adjust ed his glasses, united package and finally passed sealed envelope to Marion.
 She tore it open, tried to read it and end ed by passing it over to her husband with a request to read it aloud. These were the words he read:
 And so, my child, if you are reading these lines you are married. Some one in the world has made you care enough for him to give up your fortune, and he, know ing that you will have to do so, has proved that it was for yourself alone that he wooed you.
 You are thinking, suppose, that Aunt Marion was not wise after all, and you have told yourself that life with even a lit tie. with one you love and by whom you are beloved, is better than solitary rich life. We'll, dear, perhaps you are right. Nevertheless, my plan has succeeded. have saved you, my child, from the misery which had to endure.
 'It was for my money, not myself, that was wooed, and I was determined that you, my darling, should be spared this trial. Although when you read these words the hand that penned them will be cold in death, yet say God bless yon both! Keep the money. If you are reading this it has served it's purpose. and may he to whom you have intrusted yourself prove worthy of the trust. My plot will have succeededl
 MARION CRoss.'
 God helping me- Iwilli" answered Cecil fervently, and then, after moments pause. he exclaimed in quite disappointed tone, You are not poor, then. after all, my darling'"
 "I could never be that, answered Marion. with your love. "-Forget Me Not.