Turns of Fortune | Page 8

Mrs. S.C. Hall
make the poor happy. I am sure, if my father had looked abroad,
instead of staying at home to watch his--his--money, he would have
thought it right to share what he had. It is an unnatural thing to shut
one's self up from the duties of life; one gets no interest for any other
outlay to do the heart service; but though those poor children danced
their rags in the sunshine, and felt not the stones they danced on, yet
my dear Mabel could not dance with poverty as her companion--my
blessed, blessed child!"
"I'd rather dance a jig with mirth than a minuet with melancholy,"
laughed the girl; "and yet it would take a great deal to make me
miserable if I were with you, and you loved me, my dear aunt. Still, I
own I like to be rich, so as to have everything I want, and give
everybody what they want; and, aunt Sarah, you know very well I
cannot finish this rose without the pale floss silk, and my maid forgot
both that and to order the seed pearl."
Mabel's complaint was interrupted by the entrance of the servant, who
told Miss Bond that Mr. Cramp, her attorney, wished to see her.
"Show him in," said Miss Bond.

"He wishes to see you alone, ma'am."
"His wife is going to die, and he will want you to marry him!"
exclaimed Mabel, heedless of the servant's presence. "Do, dear aunt,
and let me be bride's-maid."
Sarah Bond changed colour; and then, while stooping to kiss her
wayward niece, she called her "a foolish child."

CHAPTER III.
Mr. Cramp, whom we introduced at the conclusion of the last chapter,
as Miss Bond's man of business, was a plain little man, skilled in the
turnings and windings of the law, beside which he could not be said to
know distinctly any other code of morals.
On this particular morning, after a few common-place observations, Mr.
Cramp made a somewhat strange inquiry. "Had Miss Bond heard that
Mr. Alfred Bond had come over to England?" No; she had not heard it.
It was, Mr. Cramp insinuated (for he never said anything directly)--it
was rather an awkward circumstance Mr. Alfred Bond's coming to
England. He thought--he believed--he hoped it would make no
difference to Miss Bond.
Miss Bond opened her wide eyes still more widely. She knew that Mr.
Alfred Bond was the heir-at-law to the property bequeathed her father;
but what of that? he had never, that she heard of, dreamed of disputing
the will; and she had never felt one pang of insecurity as to the
possessions which had of late grown so deeply into her heart. At this
unexpected intimation she felt the blood rush through her veins in a
wild untameable manner. In all her trials--and they had been many--in
all her illnesses--not a few--she had never fainted, never fallen into that
symptom of weak-mindedness, a fit of hysterics; but now she sat
without power of speech, looking at Mr. Cramp's round face.
"My dear Miss Bond, you are not ill, I hope?" exclaimed Mr. Cramp. "I

pray you to bear up; what has been said is doubtless wrong--must be
wrong; a threat of the opposite party--an undefined threat, which we
must prepare ourselves to meet in a lawyer-like way. Hope for the best,
and prepare"--
"For what, sir?" inquired Miss Bond, gaspingly.
"For any--anything--that is my plan. Unfortunately, the only way to
deal with the world, so as to meet it on equal terms, is to think every
man a rogue. It is a deeply painful view to take of human nature, and it
agonizes me to do so. Let me, however, entreat you to bear up"--
"Against what, sir?" said Sarah Bond abruptly, and almost fiercely, for
now Mr. Cramp's face was reduced to its original size, and she had
collected her ideas. "There are few things I could not bear up against,
but I must know what I have to sustain."
"Your father's will, my dear lady, is safe; the document, leaving
everything to you, that is safe, and all other documents are safe enough
except Cornelius Bond Hobart's will--a will bequeathing the property to
your uncle. Where is that will to be found? for if Alfred Bond proceeds,
the veritable document must be produced."
"Why, so it can be, I suppose," said Sarah Bond, relapsing in some
degree into agitation; "it was produced when my father inherited the
property, as you know."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Bond," he answered; "certainly not as I know,
for I had not the honour of being your father's legal adviser at that time.
It was my master and subsequent partner. I had not the privilege of
your father's confidence until after my colleague's death."
"No one," said
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