The antiquated furniture in the Allen House, rich though it was in style and finish, would not suit our prospective millionaire, and it was all sent to auction.  From the auctioneers, it was scattered among the town’s people, who obtained some rare bargains.  An old French secretary came into my possession, at the cost of ten dollars—­the original owner could not have paid less than a hundred.  It was curiously inlaid with satin wood, and rich in quaint carvings.  There seemed to be no end to the discoveries I was continually making among its intricate series of drawers, pigeon holes, slides, and hidden receptacles.  But some one had preceded me in the examination, and had removed all the papers and documents it contained.  It flashed across my mind, as I explored the mazes of this old piece of furniture, that it might contain, in some secret drawer, another will.  This thought caused the blood to leap along my veins, my cheeks to burn, and my hands to tremble.  I renewed the examination, at first hurriedly; then with order and deliberation, taking out each drawer, and feeling carefully all around the cavity left by its removal, in the hope of touching some hidden spring.  But the search was fruitless.  One drawer perplexed me considerably.  I could not pull it clear out, nor get access above or below to see how closely the various partitions and compartments came up to its sides, top, and bottom.  After working with it for some time, I gave up the search, and my enthusiasm in this direction soon died out.  I smiled to myself many times afterwards, in thinking of the idle fancy which for a time possessed me.

In May, the furnishing of the renovated house began.  This took nearly a month.  Every thing was brought from New York.  Car loads of enormous boxes, bales, and articles not made up into packages, were constantly arriving at the depot, and being conveyed to the Allen House—­the designation which the property retains even to this day.  The furniture was of the richest kind—­the carpets, curtains, and mirrors, princely in elegance.  When all was ready for the proud owners to come in and enjoy their splendid home, it was thrown open for examination and admiration.  All S——­went to see the show, and wander in dreamy amazement through parlors, halls, and chambers.  I went with the rest.  The change seemed like the work of magic.  I could with difficulty make out the old landmarks.  The spacious rooms, newly painted and decked out in rich, modern furniture, looked still more spacious.  In place of the whitewashed ceilings and dingy papered walls, graceful frescoes spread their light figures, entrancing the eyes with their marvelous semblances.  The great hall received you with a statelier formality than before; for it, too, had received also its gift of painting, and its golden broideries.  As you passed from room to room, you said—­“This is the palace of a prince—­not the abode of a citizen.”