Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1896-02-20
II am Dorothy Briton."

away from this pleasant haunt OF yours.
Rather than do SO | will promise never
again to intrude."
"My aunt" she said, hesitatingly.
Il know; you and l have both heard |
the old story. But we did not build
this wall. II could, l would have it
down."
ut seems inclined to come down OF |
itself" she said. smiling.
ut Is time. Pity 1t was ever built"
And then they talked little farther:
and when Dorothy found herself alone |
In her room that evening, she could
think Of nothing but Neil Underwood.
and she had a shy. delightful convic-
ton that he was also thinking Of her.
This must not 60 on" she thought.
regretfully. 1T is not right-not for
me and not as regards my duty to Aunt
Janet"
And for whole week she stayed
away from the summer house.
But 1t was strange how Mel! Under
wood contrived to cross her path. Once
| overtaking her when in returning from
an errand in an obscure little suburban
street she was caught in a sudden thun-
der storm.
He made her take necessary shelter
in church porch, and there for more
than an hour, while the storm lasted,
these two stood talking together and oc-
casionally looking into each others
eyes, And everybody who has been
eighteen and twenty-five knows how
much eyes can tell
But Miss Briton heard of this inter-
view and was furious. What hard and
bitter things she said of those I'm
derwoods" and of the Briton who could
be degenerate enough to forget the
dignity of her family and stoop to ac-
capt u service from their enemies who
had wronged and robbed them! And
her commands were positive that Dor
othy should never again, upon any oc-
casion. speak to Neil Underwood.
So some weeks passed and the girl
went no more to the summer house, or
alone to the town. And the old-time
people who visited Miss Briton would
occasionally remark that somehow Miss
Dorothy didn't look as bright and
cheerful as when she had first come
to her aunt's.
One day she was in her own room.
! arranging her work In the drawers OF
little ebony writing stand, which she
had found in the attic and taken a
fancy to.
, CHANGING toward the open window
she saw, across the top Of the brick
, wall, Neil Underwood, slowly prone
, nading one of the garden terraces.
, His back was to her, and she watched
7 him until he turned at the end of the
walk, when, with girlish shyness, she
instinctivelysdrew back out of sight.
, In the sudden motion the little ebony
= table was overturned, and came with
! a crash to the floor.
D Dorothy stopped and lifted the
broken top. She found it to be lid
closing by q steel spring over shallow
space beneath, where no one would have
suspected such to exist. And in this
space appeared several old letters and 8
folded paper, yellow and crisp with
age.
The girl took up the latter ant
glanced at the writing on the outside
Last Will and Testament of Pau
, Patten," with the date. An old copy
perhaps? But no. Was there not thu
story Of the lost will?
With eager haste she unfolded tn
paper, and glancing hastily over tn
first page, ran down stairs to her aunt
room, her face pale, her eyes brigh
with excitement.
"Oh, Aunt Janet, see how you hav
wronged them! Here is the missin
will"
Miss Briton read 1t with tremblin
hands, and then sat like one dazet
staring at the paper.
II found 1t in the little ebony writ
n ing-table," Dorothy explained.
At "Yes. heard my father say this
X that table stood always by his uncle
"a bed in his last illness. He kept hi
medicines in the drawers. He mu!
n. have taken the will from the secretar
III and placed 1t in the writing-stand. An
?" his sudden death prevented his tellin
IL where 1t was.'
4 II was q memorable day in the anna
Of Olney, that on which the long stan'
"a ing feud of Briton- Underwood WI
i'd healed.
In we nave uOuc yVu 6ASos "AN"o
en- said Miss Briton, as she extended n
hand to Mr.. Basil Underwood. when +
ed the first time he stood beneath the 70
tn of the old homestead. I'VE have a
I'D cused you of crime of which you we
re- guiltless."
And we have wronged you, thoul
r." unwittingly." he returned, as he to-
the offered hand. I'VE have been clail
err ing and using as our own, property
which you were justly entitled. B
mt. 80 far as in my power lies, it shall
atoned for"
to She shook her head.
se, $50 far as I am concerned, let
md rest as 1t is. / am an old woman
ZEN have enough for my few remain
Ing years. But for Dorothy"
nd She paused and looked at her ME