For the rest, I name you sole executor.
Have you finished? Let me sign it; then ask those gentlemen," he said,
pointing to Father Fabian and Dr. Burrell, who had been engaged in a
low-toned conversation at the window, to "witness it."
They came forward, saw him sign his name in full, clear characters,
then appended their own signatures; after which, Mr. Stillinghast fell
back exhausted on his pillow, and, while an expression of rest settled
on his pale, time-worn features, he exclaimed,
"It is all right, now, Fielding. Now, my God, I am free; my burden,
under which I have toiled through misspent years, is cast away. I am
free!"
"Courage, my friend; you have done a good work--a work worthy of a
dying Christian, and may the blessing of Almighty God rest on it and
you," said Father Fabian, who made over him the sign of the cross,
while he blessed him in the name of the Holy Trinity.
Mr. Fielding placed the will in a large white envelope, which he laid
on the bed beside Mr. Stillinghast, and took leave, hoping that when he
saw him in the morning he would be much better. The doctor prevailed
on him to swallow a restorative which he had brought, after which, he
grew more composed, and gave the will to May, and directed her to lay
it on the shelf of a small, narrow closet, on the left side of the
fireplace. As she did so, she saw another envelope like it, marked
"_Will_;" also a number of packages--bonds, deeds, mortgages, and
receipts, tied up in small; compact bundles, packed in between the
shelves.
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