Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1907-09-21
CHATTER TX

i'll Gwynne strec4 to read the will.
For there vas will after all. Deb
orah and Bart. who had witnessed it
at the request of their MASTER told
Mr. Pash of its e. tstencc and he
found it in one of the three safes in
the cellar. 1t proved to be short,
curt document. such as no man in
his senses would think of making
when diSposing of five thousand
year. Aaron was clever business
man. and Pash was professionally dis
gusted that he had left behind him
such loose testament.
Mr.. JabcZ Pash went to. the sitting
room, where he found the lovers seat
ed on sofa near the window. Sylvia
was in Paul's embrace, ana her head
was on his shoulder. Beeeot had his
arm i'll 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
escape from GWynnc street and from
the house where the tragedy had taken
place.
We'll" said Mr.. Pash. drawing Il
long breath and sucking his cheeks,
you lose no time. young gentleman"
Pari laughed. but did not change his
position. Sylvia. indeed. bIushed and
raised her head, but Paul still held her
with his uninjurcd arm, defyng Mr..
PaSh and all the world. Il am gather
ing rosebuds while l may, AIr. pash,".
said he, misquotiug Herrick'S charming
line
You have plucked Il very pretty
one" grinEed the monkey. "Eut may
] request the rosebud'a attention."
Sylvia cXtricated herself from her
lovers arm, with Il heightened color.
ana nodded -ravciy.
II wish Mr.. Bcerot to listen in any
case" continued Pash dryly. If he is
to marry ms young and esteemed eli
ent."
we arc engaged with the consent of
my poor father." said Sylvia, taking
Paul's hand. Il shall marry no one
but Paul"
The will" Pash s1id, looking at the
writing. consists Of few lines. 1t
leaves MI the property of the testator
to my daughtcr.'"
Your daughtcrw screamed Deborah.
"Why, YOU amt married"
II ana reading from the WILL" snap
ped rash, coloring, and read again. Il
leave all the real ana personal property
Of which | may die possessed to my
daughter"
Sylvia Norman" cried Deborah.
hu@gng her darling.
"rhcrc yOu are wrong" corrected
Pash, folding up the so called will
the nam" of Sylvia isn't mentioned"
Does that make any difference?"
asked Paul quietly.
mo. Miss Norman is an only daugh.
ter. | believe"
"And an only child" said Deborah,
$50 that's all right My pretty. you
will have them jewels and five thou
sand year"
ooh, Paul, what a lot of money!
cried Sylvia, appalled,. Whatever will
we do with it all?"
"Why marry aud be happy, of
course" said Paul, rejoicing not so
much on account of the money. al
though that was acceptable, but be-
cause this delightful girl was all his
very, very own.
"The question is said Mr. Pash,
who had been rejecting and now re-
produced the will from his pocket, las
TO the namc?'
what namc?" asked Sylvia, and
Deborah echoed the question.
Your name" Sash addressed the
girl direct. Your fathers real name
was Krill-Lemuel Krill"
Sylvia looked amazed; Deborah ut
tered her usual ejaculation, LORI but
Pauls expression did not change H.
considered that this was all of 4 piece
with the InNrder and the mystery OF
the opal brooch. Undoubtedly Mr.
Lemuel IErll, alias Aaron Norman
must have had good reason to change
his name and to exhibit terror at the
sight of the brooch And the reason
he dreaded whatever it might be, had
been the cause of his mysterious and
tragic death. But Paul said nothing OF
these thoughts. and there was silence
for a few minutes.
Paul addressed the lawyer. ~ know
little about the legal aspect of this
will, but should like to know if there
will he -ny difficulty in proving it,"
II don't think So / have not gone
through all the safes below and may
come across the marriage certificate OF
Miss Kills. beg pardon, Miss Nor
man's-rlother and father. TheI
there's the birth certificate. We mus
prove that Miss Sylvia is the daughtel
of my late esteemed client"
whats that?" shouted Deborah
why, l knowcd her mother as died
She's the daughter right enough
and
There's no need to shout" chartered
Pash angrliy. Il know that as well n
you do. must act, however, a
reason dictates. I'll prove the vii
and see that all is right" Then dread