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A Witness of War


THERE was great excitement at the old Disborough place. Doors and windows that had been forbiddingly barred until well-nigh rusted from their hinges stood open to the summer sunshine. The wind blew through rooms which long had been possessed solely by moth, and rust, and the drear, ghostly atmosphere of departed days. To the fences, fallen and overrun by blackberry vines, were tied, teams which represented all the families in the county who could boast of the Disborough connection.

Disburys, with handkerchiefs stuck in their unaccustomed collars, walked about heavily in their Sunday boots, and fanned themselves with their Sunday hats, glancing askance at the Disboro's who came over from Clarkville in a road cart. To all of them alike, without distinction of persons, had been extended the invitation that for a fortnight past had appeared in the form of a placard decorating the town pump, and courthouse wall, and the sycamores at the lane leading to the old Disborough place.


Whereas the property of the late Nathan Disborough of this oounty will be sold at auction on June 7, at 3 o'clock, all Interested In the disposition of household goods, etc., are hereby notified.


Francis Disborough,
James Yellott, County Solicitors.

For one member of the Disborough family alone—and she that one who by birth should have been the owner of the estate—the invitation thus extended was null and void.

From the day, thirty years ago, when Nathan Disborough's orphan niece and adopted daughter, Rosetta, had refused to become his heir on condition of living single all her days at the old homestead, and so keeping the property from dwindling into improvident channels,— from that day she had never so much as lifted t...

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