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Mrs. Savage had always been known in the town as “pretty close”; for her
early youth was of the “old-settler” days when people who failed to be
thrifty might also fail to keep themselves alive; and something of this
quality had the air of striving to survive her in the posthumous
expression of her wishes. She had left one hundred and thirty-five
dollars to each of her three elderly servants; and seven hundred and
fifty dollars to every “established charitable institution of worth and
merit” in the city, the “worth and merit” to be determined by her
executors, those two discreet men of substance, Mr. George Rowe and Mr.
John P. Johns.
Mr. Oliphant’s throat seemed to trouble him when he came to the next
clause, for he read it huskily, the papers trembling slightly in his
hand. The paragraph concerned Mrs. Savage’s “dearly and well-beloved
grandson, Daniel Oliphant” and carefully explained her reasons for
making what might seem an unfair division of her property.
Inasmuch as my said grandson, Daniel, has not seen fit to avail
himself of the sound advice of those more experienced, and in
particular has acted directly contrary to my own counsel for his
well-being, both in the conduct of his business and in other
affairs, wherein I have endeavoured to assist him and offer him
guidance, and although I intend this clause in no manner to
reflect upon or in any way impugn his probity and honour, which
have always been above reproach, I am compelled to draw the
conclusion that he has not shown that discretion in the
management of his affairs which would convince me that in his
hands any large sum or parcel of my estate might not soon be
dispersed and disappear without profit to himself. Therefore,
out of regard to his welfare, as well as to my own peace of
mind, and as a token only of the sincere affection I bear him, I
devise and bequeath to my said grandson, Daniel Oliphant, to be
paid to him in cash by my executors out of the sum remaining on
deposit to my credit at the First National Bank of this city
after my funeral expenses and other just debts and the above
mentioned bequests shall have been paid, the sum of thirty-five
hundred dollars.
It was then that the indeterminable vocal sound came from the corner
where Dan sat—a sound not unlike a slight, irrepressible gasp, though
not distinctly that; nor was the nature of the emotion producing it
indicated by the sound itself. No one looked at Dan, and his father
hastily went on with the reading.
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