The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-05-04
HANNAH TYLER'S WILL.
By Harry A. Heminway.


Hannah Tyler was dead. The cur
tains at the windows of the tiny white
cottage at the end of the village
street were lightly drawn, and from
the front door knob crepe streamers
iuttered in the brisk December breeze.
Further down the street two neighbors
were conversing anent the event
Just to think" Mrs. Daggett was
saying to her friend Mrs. Bates. that
only yesterday morning I was talking
to Hannah in the postofice and she
seemed as clipper as ever. Why, I
never supposed heart trouble would
carry her off so sudden. DR.. Hitchcock
says she was sitting in her rocking
chair as natural as life"
Yes" assented Mrs. Bates. she
certainly passed away very suddenly
But in the midst of life we are in
death you know Then she added: Il
suppose her four nephews will get her
money-Hannah had over three thou
sand dollars in the CrosbyvilIe Bank
and then, there's the house and land,
too"
Maybe so" said Mrs. Daggett but
there is one of the boys that won't get
much of her money or anything else
guess, and he is Frank Elliot; you
know his aunt never forgave him for
marrying pretty Jennie Valentine"
We'll. all 1 can say is that if she
Ia sn't given Frank an equal share in
her property it is a shame!" warmly
responded the other. Every one
knows that Jennie has made
Frank good wife and
they are working so hard to gay
off that mortgage on their place;
Frank needs a lift more than the 9TH
ers."
And Mrs. Daggett was correct in her
prophesy for when a few days after
the funeral Lawyer Stubs read. the
last will and testament to the quar-
tette of nephews-the next of kin-that
portion of the instrument which re-
lated to Frank Elliott read as follows:
And to my nephew, Frank Elliott, as
a mark of my displeasure in marrying
contrary to my counsel and wishes,
1 bequeath the silver dollar to be
found in the left-hand corner of the
upper bureau draw in my bedroom. ="
Poor Frank, as he walked slowly
homeward that crisp winters day, he
was wondering what he could tell Jen-
ME; she would blame only herself for
being the cause of his late aunts ami
mostly towards him, and he couldn't
stand that and he had secretly hoped
that perhaps his aunt would remem-
Der how they had worked so hard-he
and Jennie-to pay for their little home
and would at least leave him enough
to lift that ever-present specter. the
mortgage, from his mind. AS he
thought of the silver dollar he sighed:
how we'll he remembered it, Years ago.
when he was a boy, his aunt had shown
him the dollar, a wonderfully old coin,
but as bright as the day it left the
mint. He remembered too. her telling
him that he should have it when she
got through with it," Now it was
his with vengeance!
Jennie ran out to the gate to meet
him. 20 Frank dear. 1 know you
have bad news for me, but don't be
discourse ed. / know you do not re-
greet marrying me and now we will
work all the harder. 1t won't be very
much of a merry Christmas. for us
dear. but we will do the best we can;
something tells me that there are
brighter days ahead of us"
Frank gulped down the lump rising
in his throat and said: yes, Jennie
we will work all the harder now; any
way 1 thank God that l have the dear
est little wife in the world"
Two days before Christmas Frank
happened to be in the village store
when the Hon. Luriman Crosby en-