neers in that part of the town. It was there she was born; in its quaint old parlor she was married; and all her girlhood, her brief wedded life, and her widowhood were connected with it. M

generous in providing for the boy. While he was away at college, spending money in a manner that caused the old gentleman to marvel at his own liberality, Mrs. Gr

For years she kept the old home unencumbered, teaching French and English until Margaret was well in her teens. The girl was sent to one of the good old boarding-schools on the Hudson and came out well prepared to help her mother in the battle to keep the wolf down and appearances up. Margaret was rich in friends

it was there; the proffer of such a gift to Mrs. Gray would mean a wound to the pride inherited from haughty generations of men sufficient unto themselves. There was a small but troublesome mortgage on the house, a matter of two or three thousand dollars, and Brewster tried to evolve a

come to the point where he felt like scorning the cars, even though a roll of banknotes was tucked snugly away in a pocket that seemed to swell with sudde

ng man's cheery greeting. "Nic

not even so much as look up from

Gray

hat signi

quacious as e

ere

y. Margaret was seated near a window, a book in her lap. The first evidence of unbiased friendship he had seen in d

lf more of the

lf-conscious

are say it," she laughed. "One mus

hought that this money would make any di

her startling. The friend of our youth leaves his humble dwelling Saturday night with his

le, anyway. I thought it mig

stion of a quaver in her voice, and the shadows did not prevent

lionaire," he explained, "when you've

t possibilitie

ch joy out of my abundant riches as I

nder where your winter's overcoat is to come fro

just as before. I'd a heap rather live here than at that gloomy place on the avenue." "That sounded like the

stick in my throat so tight that I wanted to cry. How long has it been since we played up there? Yes, and how long has it been since I re

-twelve or thirteen years at least,"

ike," he said eagerly. "And, Peggy, you must come too. Maybe

she said impulsively. "You

position: "The nicest thing about having all this money is that-that-we won't have to deny ourselves anything after this." It did not sound very tactful, now that it was out, and he was compelled to scrutinize rather intently a familiar portrait in order to maintain an air of careless assurance. She did not respond to this venture, but he

but without wavering. "I know what you mean. You are g

mine is you

y to say it, and as for Monty, he could only look at the floor. "We cannot, Monty, dear,-you must never speak of it agai

ke that, Peggy

money in that way. She'd hate it, Monty. It is fool

his knocks all the joy out of

r Mo

derstand-" he began, dashing at what he

er blue eyes was the hot flash h

n stood before her, a smile on his lips-a rather pitiful smile, bu

prejudice, Peggy," he said in f

for you this morning. They're on the tabl

the contents of the envelopes. The last was from Grant & Ripley, attorneys, and even

embe

RY BREWS

Yo

land, after a brief illness. Mr. Jones by this time has qualified in Montana as the executor of your uncle's will and has retained us as his eastern representatives. He incloses a copy of the will,

tfully

& RI

r. Then a faint, bewildered smile appeared in M

Uncle James

ver hear

rant & Ripley's a

th a hint of vexation in his voice, "that w