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"To my dear nephew, Oliver Cur
tis," the lawyer read, "I leave the sum
of forty thousand dollars, on condi
tion that" he hesitated and then
read with loud emphasis "on condi
tion that he leaves Marjorie Field for
the period of one year immediately
following upon his marriage to her,
and to be paid to him upon the ex
pirancy of one year after the cele
bration of such marriage."
Marjorie and I looked at each other
in amazement. Leave Marjorie!
The room was in confusion. Mar
jorie had fainted!
As for Mr. Brewster, he was as
much upset as anybody.
"It's positively inhuman," he ex
claimed. "It's contrary to public
morals! You can have the will an
nulled, Mr. Curtis. Why, he he
did you ever know your uncle to
"Not so that you could notice it" V
"Then'he must have been mad," he"
said. "My boy, you can have the will
"I'm with you there!" exclaimed
Penton Jones, another nephew of the
old man's, though I am happy to say,
no cousin of mine. "Ill back you,
my boy. It's barbarous, monstrous!"
I felt a kindly feeling for Penton
Jones for the first time. It was not
until the next day that it occurred to
me that, if the will was broken, Jones
and I would inherit an eaual sum as
next of kin, together with several
other nephews and nieces. That
meant that instead of his own paltry
thousand dollars Jones would receive
nine thousand seven hundred and
five. No wonder Jones was sym
pathetic! "The old wretch!" said Marjorie
to me as we talked the situation over
that night. "What are you going to
do about it, Oliver?"
"Why, I I'm going to marry you,
of course, Marjorie," I answered.
"And leave me?" questioned Mar
"Not on Uncle Will's life," I an
swered. "Marjy, dear, let's'get mar
ried anyway, and we'll let the will
stand, for our part, andJturn the
tables on Jones.
It was hard to sacrifice the nine
thousand odd that would have come
to us, but we felt that after the way
the old wretch had behaved we didn't
want to touch a penny of his money.
"Let's get married next week," I
"All right," said Marjorie.
"Ho wwould Monday suit you?" I
"All--all right, Oliver dear," she
And Monday it was. You know,
however much a man may love a girl,
forty thousand dollars looks large,
and while I knew I wouldn't yield, I
wanted to, get our honeymoon start
ed, so that the legacy could; be irre
trievably lost And when we came
out of the church together, man and
wife, with Mr. Brewster and Miss
Clarke smiling at us and wishing us
luck, I felt that I didn't care a snap
for Uncle Will's legacy.
And Uncle Will met us at the
churchdoor, and he was moreagi
tated'than I had ever seen him in his
"It's all a mistake, Oliver," he
shouted. "I wasn't in those cars. I
had gone back to the observation car.
It was another man they thought was
I. I I"
I couldn't help congratulating him,
but my face was as sour as Mr. Brew
ster's, even if I bad just got married.
"What's the matter, Oliver?" he
cried. "You're not sorry your old
uncle's alive and cheated you out of
your legacy for a year or two, are
"Uncle Will," I answered, "did you
suppose I would touch a .penny pf
your rotten money? Not" even if I
could have gotten it by breaking the
"It was inhuman!" cried Marjorie.
"It was not professional!" said Mr.
Brewster severely. "To make it con-