The Adopted Daughter
and slaves. The bill of sale put the girl an item in the inventory of the dead man's estate, to descend with the manor-house and lands.
The thing had happened, as fortune is predisposed to change, in a moment, as by the turning of dice.
At daybreak on this morning Vespatian Flornoy had sent a negro at a gallop, to summon the old country doctor, Storm, Squire Randolph and my uncle Abner. At midnight, in this chamber where they now sat, Sheppard as he got on his feet, with his candle, fell and died, Vespatian said, before he could reach his body. He lay now shaven and clothed for burial in the great chamber that adjoined.
Old Storm had stripped the body and found no mark. The man was dead with no scratch or bruise.
He could not say what vital organ had suddenly played out—perhaps a string of the heart had snapped. At any rate, the dead man had not gone out by any sort of violence, nor by any poison. Every drug or herb that killed left its stamp and superscription, old Storm said, and one could see it, if one had the eye, as one could see the slash of a knife or the bruise of an assassin's fingers.
It was plain death "by the Providence of God," was Randolph's verdict. So the Justice and old Storm summed up the thing and they represented the inquiry and the requirements of the law.
My uncle Abner made no comment on this con-
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