New Britain herald., 1915-08-07
When the Great Love Came pwnss'n

You haven't been brought here in reference to lawsuit. but in the ca- pacfty of a beneficiary"
 "A which," said Miss Tapscott. wrinkling up her brows in a puzzled way. "I'm afraid I don't list under stand'
 Remember having lady named Berkenshaw boarding with you some seven or eight years ago-a Mrs. Mar tha Berkenshaw?"
 Law! yes," replied Miss Tapscott. "A widder lady she was. Come from somewhere up in Yorkshire, lookin' after niece of hers-her dead sisters darter as she'd lost sight of. e. She took with pneumony while she was a. boardin' with me, and nursed her. I thought once she was goin' to die, but she pulled through"
 Owing to your careful and tireless nursing"
 Well. can't say as ever thought that"
 She did, however, said MT. Stet- low, "and she has done her best to prove 1t. She had house and some property in Yorkshire. Miss Tapscott. when she died six weeks ago; and in return for your kindness to her, she has left you half of her possessions. together with the sum of 100 pounds In ready money, and you've been sum- moned here this morning to receive it."
 The reaction was so great that for moment she trembled on the verge of crying.
 "Youre sure I'm wide awake You're sure this ain't all a dream ?" she said doubtful1y.
 Quite sure," he answered. Yours and her niece's together. There's a line. large farmhouse and 12 acres of land. and you and Mrs. Thornburn are to share and share alike"
 Mrs. Berkenshaw's niece. She married against her aunt's wishes. if appears, and they were estranged shortly after being together. But the old lady seems to have repented at the last and linked her name with VOLTS in her will. I am expecting Mrs. Thornburn here every minute with her little boy. Her husband died three months ago and left her in rather strengthened circumstances. She has been supporting herself and her little son by giving music lessons since MT. Thorburn's death. She is not in very good health, although she is young and extremely good looking. You will like her and her little boy, am sure. "
 Il ain't fond of children and I de- test boys," said Miss Tapscott with an amount of bitterness which made him arch his brows and look at her in surprise. "I don't care for young widders nuther. I never would take one in to board even in my hardest times And young widder with boy! I hope she won't want to live In the house. I hope she'll rent me her part. I want to live alone. I couldn't stand a boy. Boys is only men getting ready to grow up; and hate men! I wish I'd never seen one --I wish I'd never hev' to speak to one again to the day of my death!"
 MT. Stetlow suppressed a whistle.
 "Forty-five, if she's a day." was his mental tally. With an incipient mus tache face like a hatchet, feet like a grenadier, and yet-she's had TO- nance.
 His reflections were cut short by the sound of piping, childish voice, mingled with the rustic of Woman's skirt, which proceeded from the outer office. He turned sharply to the door opened it, and held out a welcoming hand.
 "Ah, good morning, Mrs. Thorn burn," he said "I thought recog- nized our young inquirer's voice. You are just in time, Mrs. Thornburn. Al low me to have the pleasure of intro ducing you to your colegatee, Miss Josephine Tapscott."
 Miss Tapscott, who had sat silent and motionless, glanced up. A young and radiantly lovely woman, with fail hair and blue eyes, was standing be- fore her arrayed in widows weeds and extending a small kid-gloved hand in smiling greeting A little knot o1