Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-04

kSSBr&t5y JuDtL dsu Cduc tp tHc uel- erogeneonsly furnished sitting room in Gwynne street to read the will. For there was a will after all. Deb orah and Bart, who had witnessed it at the request of their master, told Mir. Fash of its existence, and he found it in one of the three safes in the cellar It proved to be short, curt document, such as no man fin his senses would think of making when disposing of five thousand year. Aaron was a clever business man. and Fash was professionally dis gusted that he had left behind him such loose testament.
 Mfr Jabez Fash went to the sitting room, where he found the lovers seat ed on a sofa near the window. Sylvia was in Paul's embrace, and her head was on his shoulder. Beecot had his arm In sling and looked pale, but his eyes were as bright as ever, and his face shone with happiness. Sylvia also looked happy. To know that she was rich, that Paul was to be her husband, filled the cup of her desires to the brim. Moreover, she was beginning to recover from the shock of her fathers death and was feverishly anxious to escape from Gwynne street and from the house where the tragedy had taken place.
 Well" said Mir. Fash, drawing long breath and sucking his cheeks, you lose no time. young gentleman"
 Paul laughed, but did not change his position. Sylvia, indeed. blushed and raised her head, but Paul still held her with his uninjured arm. defying Mir. Fash and all the world. T am gather ing rosebuds while I may. Mir. Pash," said he, misquoting Herrick's charming line.
 You have plucked a very pretty one" grinned the monkey But may request the rosebud's attentionT'
 Sylvia extricated herself from her lovers arm, with a heightened color. and nodded gravely.
 'I wish Mir Beecot to listen in any case" continued Fash dryly. If he is to marry my young and esteemed cli- ent"
 We are engaged with the consent of my poor father" said Sylvia, taking Paurs hand. T shall marry no one but 'Paul"
 'Thc will" Fash said, looking at the writing. consists of a few lines. It leaves all the property of the testator to my daughter"
 Your daughterr' screamed Deborah. "why. you ain't married"
 'I am reading from the will" snap ped Fash, coloring. and read again. T leave all the real and personal property of which may die possessed to my daughter"
 Sylvia Normanr' cried Deborah, hugging her darling.
 There you are wrong" corrected Fash. folding up the so called will. ''tlse name of Sylvia isn't mentioned"
 Docs that make any differenceT" asked Paul quietly.
 "No. Miss Norman Is an only daugh- ter, I believe"
 And an only child" said Deborah. so that's all right My pretty. you will have them jewels and five thou sand year"
 ''Oh. Paul. what a lot of noney- cried Sylvia. appalled, "whatever will we do with It aII!-
 Why. marry and be happy. of course said Paul. rejoicing not 90 much on account of the no1ey. al- though that was acceptsbIe but b. cause this delightful girl was an his verT. very own
 The question is.- said Mfr. Pssh, who had been rezecti1g and 1ov re produced the will from his pockst. -as to the nanef-
 What nzmeT- asked Sylvia. and Dehorzh echoed the qu@tSca
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