A registered letter, written at Mrs. Beck's request, when her death was approaching, arrived within an hour. She begged her cousin's forgiveness for past unkindness, told her that she had left her the savings of her lifetime-though the main part of the estate passed to Mr.
Beck's nephew-and besought Mrs. Shelton, as her only relation, to follow her to her grave. Young Mr.
Beck, the said nephew, who wrote the letter, added that the house should be kept up for Mrs. Shelton's convenience till after her visit, and that his aunt had expressed a wish that her clothes and jewels should be given to Mrs. Shelton.
"We'll go, Mary!" said Mr. Shelton, blithe as a lark-several things had raised his spirits!-and Mrs. Shelton, with a burst of her old energy, borrowed some mourning, packed her trunk, summoned Deena and caught the train, with five minutes to spare.
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