Laura Brayton — page 20: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. 11 “A will? Why, Mr. Withers, you’ve a long lease of life before you yet, I’m sure. I never saw you looking better.” And the lawyer moved nervously around to a front view of his visitor. “IT don’t knew. I’m not superstitious, Sharp, but I’ve had a warning that my time is not to be long on this earth,” said the old gentleman. in a serious tone. , “A warning, sir? Something supernatural, sir?” and the lawyer shifted to another position, yet fronting his visitor. “Yes, I had a fearful dream last night. I thought I saw my brother, and he told me that I must join him in the spirit-land.. He was alone there, he sald.” «Alone? Where were his wife and child, who, undoubtedly, perished before he did, if, indeed, he is dead!” “Of that, or rather of them, nothing came in my dream. But my vision of him was so perfect that it seems even yet as if he stood before me.” “[T have never believed in dreams,” said Sharp, — slightly nervous. “But if you wish your will drawn up, I would rather my man, Nathan Sloth, would do it. He is correct in figures, and writes a fair hand for a young man.” “Young? Why, he looks to be forty, or more.” Yet heis not thirtv. He is one of those preco- cious ones with old heads on young shoulders, who “comicbooks Eo)