Herbert Carter's Legacy; Or, the Inventor's Son

ill was read. Mrs. Pinkerton fanned hersel

to say that that is a very

it, Mrs. Pinkerton," ans

he angry lady, with a general glance around the o

unds?" asked

esh and blood with a beggarly pittance

ter's will, there is no doubt that he had a p

id Mrs. Pinkerton, angrily. "I don't be

the lawyer, "you can set aside

e interposed Miss Nancy. "He always mea

Mrs. Pinkerton, turning upon the old lad

ted to the deceased," said the l

mine have been badly used. I have hard work enough to support the family, a

e," remonstrated Josiah.

"That's all you help me. I've worried along for years, expectin' Mr. Carter would

e hundred," sa

a beastly shame,"

ears to me unseemly to speak so bi

aid Mrs. Pinkerton, sharply. "You've go

said the lawyer. "For my part, I should have been glad if my late

e will?" asked Mrs. Pinkerton, per

haven't the ghost of a chance. You would only lose yo

fell. She felt that

it's a scandalous thing,

," said Cornelius Dixon, turning to Herbert. "Maybe it'

attention

sity was aroused, "Mr. Dixon may be right. Sup

irresolutely to

ction, I suppose,

in the trunk,"

l eyes were tu

t is

her used to keep his c

on burst into

wardrobe. You'll look like a peacock when you put 'em on. If you ever come to New York to se

ous, "it don't look well in you to ridicule my

well," mutter

y brother's gift," said the

glad to get it. I can't afford to buy new clo

ng such old-fashioned duds,"

ady, disturbed at the manner in which her brothe

ld like to ask," he continued, turning to the lawyer, "when I

ou a check next week," said Mr. Spence

s. Pinkerton. "It's a miserable pittance, b

usband a check also

o him. You may send it

expostulated the husba

d his wife. "Mr. Spencer, you m

, Ma

e a fool of yourself," said h

, I will certainly not pay your legacy, nor your children's, to anyone but yourself. I wil

dren's money also," said the lady angri

wyer, coolly, "but it will be useless. As the head of the family,

manded the angry Maria. "I would have you to

o the pantaloons, which form a part of the le

ir?" gasped Mrs. Pinkerton,

t either to you or your husban

her that they might be made over to suit her husband, and so save the

de majestically from the office, shaking off,

h the lawyer, departed. Mr. Cornelius D

Herbert, "and if you ever get a windfall just put it

rt, "but I'm afraid it'll b

hand clothing store. The old man's left you a go

Nancy ro

she said, kindly, to Herbert. "I wish my brot

espectfully; "but we don't complain. We

old lady, earnestly. "You're a go

the eight heirs Her