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Idevil was afraid of Gaeki, and hi
might have been, if to disable a NAL
or his horse were the devils Will
But 1 think, rather, the negroe:
imagined the devil to fear what they
feared themselves.
Now, what could bring Gaekl
here ?" said Lewis.
'It was the horse that Gosford
overheated in his ace to you," re-
FLIED my father. ~ saw him stop in
the road where the negro boy was
leading the horse about, and then
Icali young Marshall"
at was no fault of young Mar
shall, Pendleton," said the lawyer.
But, also, he is no match for Cos
ford. He is a dilettante. He paints
little pictures after the fashion he
learned in Paris, and he has no
force or vigor in him. His father
was a dreamer. a wanderer. one
who loved the world and It's frivoli-
ties, and the son takes that temper
ament, softened by his mother. He
ought to have a guardian"
HE has one" replied my father.
"a GUARDIAN" repeated Lewis.
"What court has appointed a guar
dian for young Marshan?"
"A court" replied my father,
that does not sit under the author
ity of Virginia. The helpless, Lewis.
in their youth and inexperience. are
not wholly given over to the
spoiler."
The boy they talked about was
very young-under twenty, one
would say. He was blue-eyed and
fair-haired, with thin, delicate fea-
lures, which showed good blood
long inbred to the loss of vigor. He
had the fine, open, generous face of
one who takes the world as in a
fairy story. But now there was care
and anxiety in it, and a furtive
shadow, as though the lads dream
of life had got some rude awaken
ing.
At this moment the door behind
my father and Lewis was thrown
violently open, and a man entered.
He was a person with the manner
OF a barrister. precise and dapper:
he had a long, pink face. pale eyes,
and a close-cropped beard that
brought the hard lines Of his
mouth. He hustled to the table,
put down a sort Of portfolio that
held an inkpot, a writing-pad and
pens, and drew up a chair like one
about to take the minutes Of a
meeting. A2d all the while he
apologized for his delay. He had
important letters to get off in the
post. and to make sure, had carried
them to the tavern himself.
And now, sirs, let us get about
this business" he finished, like one
who calls his assistants to a labor.
My father turned about and look
ed at the man.
is your name Gosford?" he said |
in his cold, level voice.
ut is, sir" replied the English
man, Anthony Gosford!"
well. Mr.. Anthony Gosford," re-
Piled my father, kindly close that
that you have opened"
Lewis plucked out his snuffbox
and trumpeted in his many-colored
handkerchief to hide his laughter.
The Englishman, thrown off his
patronizing manner, hesitated,
could not regain his fine air.
Now. Mr.. Gosford," my father
went on, "why was this room violat-
ed as we see it?"
"It was searched for Peyton Mar
will, sir" replied the man.
"How did you know that Marshall |
had a will" said my father.
II saw him write it," returned the |
here in this very
'oom, on the eighteenth day of
October, 1854
That was two years ago." said
NY father. WAS the will here at
death ?"
ut was. He told me on his death
oed."
And it is gone now?"
1T is" replied the Englishman.
And now, Mr.. Gosford," said my
chow do you know this will
IS gone unless you also know pre-
cisely where it wasp"
Il do know precisely where it was,
sir" returned the man. sit was in
a row of drawers on the right of the
window where you stand-the Sec
ond drawer from the top. Mr.. Mar
shall put it there when he wrote it,
and he told me on his deathbed that
it remained there. You can see, sir,
that the drawer has been rifled."
My father looked casually at the
row of mahogany drawers rising
the end of the bookcase. The
second one and the one above were
open; the others below were closed.
"Mr. Gosford," he said, "you
would have some interest in this
will to know about ft sn pr~ecisa1vs