The Disinheriting Of A Son
: The Strange Story Book
Near a large town in England there lived in the last century a gentleman
with his son and daughter. His wife died when her children were quite
young, leaving a large fortune behind her, and in a few years her
husband married again. Now, though the new lady of the manor had seemed
gentle and amiable as long as she was a girl, she soon grew jealous of
her stepson and his sister, and treated them very harshly and unkindly.
She thought that anything was good enough for them, but that the moment
she wished for anything she was to have it--quite forgetting that the
money which bought her horses and diamonds belonged of right to the
children. When she began to have babies of her own, matters grew worse,
and as soon as her husband's eldest son declared that he wished to leave
England and pass some years in foreign countries, the stepmother broke
into a furious rage, and declared that he must stop at home, for there
was no money to waste on him.
The young man saw that no help was to be expected from his father, who
was always afraid of his wife's temper, so he said no more, but wrote at
once to his own mother's brother to beg his assistance. This was at once
given, and thus it came about that very soon Alexander started off to
see the world.
In the beginning, the allowance which his father had agreed to make him
was paid regularly, and as regularly the son wrote home to tell where he
was and what he was doing. Then gradually the payments were delayed, for
the stepmother had always some good reason why the money could not be
forthcoming at that particular date, and at length they ceased
altogether. And when the payments ceased, the letters ceased also.
For four years things remained in this state, but the stepmother was not
idle. She intended in one way or another to work upon her husband till
she had forced him to do as she wished, and this was to leave the estate
to her own son, 'as it was quite certain,' she went on, 'that Alexander
must be dead, or by this time they would have heard something about
At first her husband would not listen to her, and many and frequent were
their quarrels; but, as we know, 'the dropping of water wears away a
stone,' and in the end he showed signs of giving way. His wife noticed
it, and redoubled her efforts. 'If Alexander were alive,' she declared,
'it was unpardonable of him to have treated his father in such a manner,
and that fact alone would make him worthy of disinheritance; and if he
were dead, then, of course, her boy was the proper heir to the estate.'
Still, in spite of all her arguments, she could not entirely bend her
husband to her will; and the utmost she could get from him was a promise
that if he did not hear from his son in four years he would agree to her
For the moment the wife felt that no more could be gained, but soon she
began her grumblings afresh, and worried him so perpetually that at last
he consented to reduce the time of waiting from four years to one. This
was not done very easily, and many angry words passed between them, till
one day the wife burst out in a passion that she hoped his son's ghost
would appear to him and tell his father that he was dead, and that
justice ought to be done to his other children.
'And I,' cried the father, 'only wish his ghost would appear before the
year is up, and tell us that he is alive.'
* * * * *
It happened not long after that they were sitting one summer evening in
the parlour, disputing over the same subject--for nowadays they never
talked about anything else--when suddenly the wife became silent and
'Did you see that hand at the window?' she cried. 'There must be thieves
in the garden!'
'Thieves!' he exclaimed, and rushed to the door, but he quickly
'You have made a mistake; there is nobody in the garden.'
'But there must be,' she answered.
'It was a ghost, then,' he replied, 'for no one could have got over the
walls without my seeing him.'
'I am certain,' persisted the wife, 'that I saw a man put up his hand to
the window, and if it was a ghost, it was the ghost of your son, who
came to tell you that he is dead.'
'If it was my son,' said the husband, 'he is come to tell us he is
alive, I warrant you, and to ask how you can be so wicked as to wish to
disinherit him. Alexander! Alexander!' he cried, looking towards the
window. 'If you are alive, show yourself, and don't let me be vexed
daily with tales of your death.'
As he spoke, the window flew open, and Alexander looked in. He stared
angrily at his stepmother, who shrieked and fainted; and uttering the
word 'Here' in a clear voice, the young man vanished.
Immediately her husband rushed outside and tried the doors leading from
the garden into the stables and some fields, but found them all barred.
Then he inquired of some men if anyone had passed, but they had seen no
After that he returned to the parlour, and seated himself in his chair,
waiting till his wife had recovered herself.
'What was it?' she asked as soon as she could speak.
'Alexander, without a doubt,' answered he, and she fainted a second
time, and was in bed for several days afterwards.
* * * * *
The husband hoped that the fright his wife had undergone would have put
an end to her schemes, but as time went on she forgot her scare, and
began to tease as of old. This so enraged the poor man that he
threatened to summon Alexander again, to which the furious woman
retorted by calling him a magician. Finally the quarrel was ended by the
resolve to refer the dispute to some friends and to beg them to judge
between them. The friends, when they had listened to what had passed,
laughed at the wife, and said that all they could make of it was that
her husband had cried out his son's name, and that someone had answered
'Here.' In their opinion, that was all there was in the affair, and they
advised the two to be reconciled to each other as soon as possible.
Of course, if the husband had possessed any sense he would have turned
his wife's fright to good account, but he was very weak and terribly
afraid of her. He agreed after much arguing to sign the deed she wanted
in the presence of two witnesses, saying as he delivered it to her:
'You have worried me into this by your horrible temper, but I have
signed it against justice and my conscience, and depend upon it, I shall
never perform it, as I am satisfied in my mind that my son is alive.'
When four months had passed, and the year was up, the woman told her
husband that the time was come to perform his promise about the estate,
and to have the new deeds executed to settle it upon her son. Therefore
she had invited the two friends who had helped them before, to dine with
them the next night, and they would see that everything was done
The following evening they were all seated round a table, which was
covered with papers. The new deeds handing over the estate to the second
wife's son on the death of his father were read out and signed, and the
wife took up the old deeds which had appointed Alexander heir to his own
mother's property, and tore off the seal. At that instant an icy,
whistling wind rushed through the room, as if someone had entered from
the hall and passed out by the garden door, which was shut.
Nothing was seen, but they all shivered. The wife turned pale, but,
recovering herself, asked her husband what tricks he was playing now, to
which he answered angrily that he knew no more about it than anybody
'When did you last hear from your son?' asked one of the gentlemen
'Five years ago,' replied the father.
'And have you not written to him about this business?' continued the
'No; for I did not know where to write to.'
'Sir,' said his friend earnestly, 'I never saw a ghost in my life, nor
believed in them; and even now I have seen nothing. But that something
passed through the room just now was quite clear. I heard it
'And I felt the wind it made as it passed by me,' remarked another
'Pray, sir,' said the first, addressing himself to the father; 'have
you seen anything at any time, or heard voices or noises, or dreamed
anything about this matter?'
'Many times I have dreamed that my son was alive, and that I had spoken
with him, and once that I had asked him why he had not written to me for
so long, seeing that I had it in my power to disinherit him.'
'And what answer did he make to that?'
'I never dreamt on so long as to have his answer.'
'And what do you think yourself? Do you believe he is dead?'
'No; I do not. I believe he is alive, and that if I disinherit him I
shall commit a sin.'
'Truly,' said the second witness; 'it begins to shock me. I will meddle
with it no further.' But at these words the wife, who had recovered her
'What is the use of talking like that? Everything is settled. Why else
are we here? I am not frightened, if you are,' and again she took up
one of the old deeds, in order to tear off the seal.
Then the window flew open and the shadow of a body was seen standing
outside, with its face looking straight at her face.
'Here,' said a voice, and the spectre vanished.
In spite of her boasted courage, the wife shrieked and fell in
hysterics, and the two witnesses took up the deeds.
'We will have no more to do with this business,' cried they, and, taking
up the new deeds which they had signed, they tore off their names, and
by so doing these deeds became of no value, and the elder son was still
heir to the property.
* * * * *
Four or five months later the young man arrived from India, where he had
gone from Portugal soon after leaving home. The two gentlemen who had
been concerned in the matter of the deeds, as well as his father, put
many questions to him as to whether he on his side had seen visions or
heard voices which warned him of the plots going on against him. But
Alexander denied having received warning of any sort, 'unless,' he
added, 'you can so call a dream I once had--which was indeed what sent
me home--that my father had written me a very angry letter, threatening
me, if I stayed away any longer, to deprive me of my inheritance. But
why do you want to know?'