The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1897-08-20

JOY, the sladuess in her beautiful
eyes,
DIR. Fermagh" she CIRCULATED,
family. Then all was clouded. She
bowed her face and added: How
good you are. but moths is pity
you would repent"
Nora, You are wrought is love-"
| said, and took my pennless darling
to my heart, for my eyes had told me
my affection was returned.
1t was great blow to my family,
my mad marriage" as they called
it. My uncle threw me over. | did
not mind. ] was strong in happiness:
| could continue working up hill allmy
life with Nora by my side, and not re
gret.
So we were quietly welded, and n
year of real bliss passed by. Ny
heart was no longer desolate; my little
wife : bright smile was ever ready to
Danish all WEAKNESS when | returned
home. My practice, however in
creased, and | was going uphill rapid
ly.
The autumn had come round again:
the cottage wherein Old Captain Ca
rev had died was to let, when, as
Nora and | paused to look over the
fence one evening, she said:
Husband, dear, let us go in;
should like to walk round the Old
place.
So we went III, and strolled through
the wilderness. Going up the centre
path, my wife, who had been very
thoughtful, said:
How often dear uncle used to pace
this path. muttering as lie walked:
'Marcli-eyes front-left foot
right-a dozen-half wheelr'
started. They were the words he
had breathed with his dying lips,
which had attributed to the wander
ing mind, and forgotten. Inow told
them to my wife; recalled the eager
strained expression of the. old soldiers
eyeS-the tone in which he had breath
ed the name Of his niece.
Could there have Leen a meaning
in those words!
Nora | said, ''let me follow out
the Observation-Disclosures no HARM
Placing myself, Istarted; left-right
"a dczen-half wheel. Doing so, L
found myself facing an old sun-dial;
there was nothing i'll that. NeXed at
failure, | put my hand upon it, when
| found it loose What possessed NE L
do not know, but heaved it from its
place, when beneath l found lot
of stones carefully arranged.
Nora" | cried, their must be
something in it; why should your
uncle say those words on his death
bed?'
| ran for spade, removed the
stones, and began to dig. Not two
inches down | struck something hard;
two minutes later, Nora and | were
staring at an old cash-boX lying on
the grass; | had just heaved it out of
the hole. On it were the initials, H.
c. (Harold Carew)
Taking it up, we carried it to a So
licitor, friend, and telling him the
story, bade him open it. He did so;
it was full of papers. The first had
written on it, My last will and tesla
ment, Harold Carew." The others
were stock receipts in the three per
cents, and other safe investments.
Ineed not 90 into detail: suffice that
Captain Carew had left Nora every
thing, with what pleased my darling
as much, fond expressions of affection,
owning he had saved and boarded
money for her sake
When the stock receipts were all
reckOned up, they were found to fully
realize twelve thousand pounds.
The relations tried to contest the
will, but failed, and in return | would
have made them refund every penny
they had taken, but Nora-my gentle
forgiving little angel-prayed me not
to.
Years have passed since then; my
uncle is dead, and | have inherited
his wealth, which owe, as tell Nora
not to his affection, but to the hand
some dover of her who is dearer to me
then twenty fortunes-My Little
Wife.