Point Lace and Diamonds by George A. Baker Jr.
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Katrina Harland, fair and sweet,
Sole heiress of your father's land, Full many a gallant wooer rode To snare your heart, to win your hand. And one, perchance--who loved you best, Feared men might sneer--"he sought her gold"-- And never spoke, but turned away Stubborn and proud, to call you cold. Cold? Would I knew! Perhaps you loved, And mourned him all a virgin life. Perhaps forgot his very name As happy mother, happy wife. Unanswered, sad, I turn away-- "You loved _her_ first, then?" _First_--well--no-- You little goose, the Harland will Was proved full sixty years ago. But Katrine's lands to-day are known To lawyers as the Glass House tract; Who were her heirs, no record shows; The title's bad, in point of fact, If she left children, at her death, I've been retained to clear the title; And all the questions, raised above, Are, you'll perceive, extremely vital. |
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