Part 35 (2/2)
”Your aunt,” he began in quite a different tone, ”has left her property to Mr. Martin Howe.”
Lucy recoiled.
”To whom?”
”To Martin Howe.”
There was an oppressive pause.
”To Martin Howe?” the girl stammered at length. ”But there must be some mistake.”
Mr. Benton met her gaze kindly.
”I fear there is no mistake, my dear young lady,” he said.
”Oh, I don't mean because my aunt has cut me off,” Lucy explained with pride. ”She of course had a right to do what she pleased. But to leave the property to Martin Howe! Why, she would scarcely speak to him.”
”So I have gathered,” the lawyer said. ”That is what makes the will so remarkable.”
”It is preposterous! Martin will never accept it in the world.”
”That contingency is also provided for,” put in Mr. Benton.
”How?”
”The property is willed to the legatee--house, land, and money--to be personally occupied by said beneficiary and not sold, deeded, or given away on the conditions--a very unusual condition this second one----”
Again Mr. Benton stopped, his thumbs and finger neatly pyramided into a miniature squirrel cage, over the top of which he regarded his client meditatively. His reverie appeared to be intensely interesting.
”Very unusual indeed,” he presently concluded absently.
”Well?” demanded Lucy.
”Ah, yes, Miss Webster,” he continued, starting at the interrogation. ”As I was saying, the conditions made by the deceased are unusual--peculiar, in fact, if I may be permitted to say so. The property goes to Mr. Martin Howe on the condition that in six months' time he personally rebuilds the wall lying between the Howe and Webster estates and now in a state of dilapidation.”
”He will never do it,” burst out Lucy indignantly, springing to her feet.
”In that case the property goes unreservedly to the town of Sefton Falls,”
went on Mr. Benton in an even tone, ”to be used as a home for the dest.i.tute of the county.”
The girl clinched her hands. It was a trap,--a last, revengeful, defiant act of hatred.
The pity that any one should go down into the grave with such bitterness of heart was the girl's first thought.
Then the cleverness of the old woman's plot began to seep into her mind.
All unwittingly Martin Howe was made a party in a diabolical scheme to defraud her--the woman who loved him--of her birthright, of the home that should have been hers.
The only way he could restore to her what was her own was to marry her, and to do that he must perform the one deed he had pledged himself never to be tempted into: he must rebuild the wall. Otherwise the property would pa.s.s into other hands.
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