Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1903-03-07

in some way Of business and got rch
by his disgrace" she said. Heaven
knows if this were true, or the wander
ings of a demented mind. It is beyond
our guessing at, and belongs not to our
present lives"
MARY Holland, it was true" said
Reuben, solemnly; II bring a proof Of
it in his neutrality-suspicious.
Impossible"
"He has left you all his money
There was wild scream-an awful
yell from the room which Mary Hol.
land, or, rather, Mary Peterson, had
Quilted, and Mary ran back into the
chamber, followed by Reuben in his
haste to be of assistance to the alright
ed woman.
It was only a cry of delight. Captain
Peterson had heard all the news.
'Is it all true?' he gasped forth, turn
ing to Reuben as if to a friend on whom,
in this crisis Of his life, he might rely.
"All the money Is left to Mary Hol-
land" answered Reuben.
GLOW is it-how Is it that-that-this
can be-" he inquired, catching at Reu-
ben's hand and clasping it with his trent
bling fingers; "you see how excited
am, but l can bear good news. Good
news will save me yet, please heaven
"There has been discovered another
will, signed by my father the day before
his death. In it my father bequeaths
the whole of his property to his faithful
friend and housekeeper, Mary Holland"
That's my wife, said Peterson,
quickly; don't forget she's my wife.
We were legally married years ago, upon
nv soul, swear tits easily proved
isn't it easily proved, Mary? Tell him
so-don't stare at me like that"
eyes am his wife," said Mary, thus
appealed to; II am not Mary Holland"
"Oh, that makes no difference" cried
Peterson; "you were Mary Holland, you
have always been known by that name
to old Culwick, and it's your money
know law enough for that. All yours
and all your husband 's-why, it's as
clear as daylight. This brings me
back-to-life! Where is the Wilt"
II have brought it with me-"
"Give ito me-" said Peterson; 1T
isn't safe in other hands. IL will keep
it till 1'm-stronger."
'Let him have it," said the wife, care
| lessly; sit will calm him, and rest Is
necessary"
81 would prefer your taking it, Mrs.
Peterson" said Reuben, producing the
will; "better still to leave it with trust
worthy solicitor to act upon. There will
be no opposition to it in any way from
| Sarah Eastbell."
1T will be safe enough In my hus-
bands keeping" said Mary, with strange
J iistlessness.
| Reuben gave her the will, and she
crossed with it to her husbands side and
placed it in his hands, which with great
difficulty began to unfold the paper on
which Simon Culwick's last testament
was written.
I'll shall be glad-when I'm better, "
Edward Peterson whispered at last; you
can put it under my pillow-now."
"And the child?' asked Reuben, curl
ously.
A gesture. quick and deprecatory, from
Mary Holland came too late to arrest the
question, or to check the excitement of
the PROSTATE vagabond, who half raised
| himself in bed in his vehemence.
'I'u never see the child again-Td
rather die than see her. She shall never
be more than the beggar's brat she isV'
| he shouted.
| w nat mas size uOlE.
''She turned against her own father
when there was a chance Of making
money, it was she, that cursed child, who
betrayed me-"
The color vanished from his face again,
and once more the leaden hue suffused
it, and the eyes closed, as by the pres
sure of the hand of death itself upon
them. Mary was at his side, when life
seemed coming slowly back again, she
said to Reuben:
Leave me now. You see what he Is
what he has ever been. [ would pre-
fer to be alone-to the end"
Reuben passed from the room and
left the dying man to his strange wife's
care He had done his duty, he had sur
rendered his fathers will into the hands
of those it was to benefit, and 1t had
been coldly, almost unthankfully receiv-
ed. Let him get back to Sarah Eastbell
and to the brighter life wherein she
| moved.
(To be continued)