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father. "Dear old Eustace! Nobody,
thought the old man would leave him
a 'penny. I guess he'll be pleased.
That ought to mean five thousand a
I told Miss Penton about that, too,
and she was so pleased that I almost
thought she was crying instead of
1 "What does your Uncle Eustace
look like now?" she asked. "Has he
the same black, curly hair that he had
when he -was a boy?"
"Why haven't you seen him since,
Miss Penton?" I asked her.
Miss Penton shook her head, and
something seemed to whisker to me
to leave her. So I did.
At Easter Uncle Eustace came"to
see us. He looked just the same as
-ever, except that he was wearing a
new suit of clothes and a brand-new
overcoat. His hair was -grayer than
it had been the last time, and he was
beginning to grow fat.
"I tell you, Jim," he said to father,
"it's a mighty fine thing for me to
have that money. I was beginning to
get played out. I'm an old fellow
now it's time I took life easy."
"What are you going to do with it,
Eustace?" asked father. "Why don't
you invest it in a good mortgage or
two? I'll take care of it, if you like.
You know you never had much busi
"I've been thinking," said Uncle
Eustace, "about a nice little farm,
such as Fvevalways longed for say
twenty-five thousand dollars' worth
of land, and the rest " , .
"Eustace, why don't you get mar
ried?" asked mother, looking at uncle
in a queer sort of way.
"Why, who would have an old fel
low hke me?" he asked.
"You are not old, Eustace; you are
just in your prime," said mother an
grily. "Jf you think of yourself as an
old man you will really be old."
"Tom," said Uncle 'Eustace to me
next morning, "when does your
school open again?"
' I told him, and he seemed quite
anxious to go to school with me and-
find out what they taught us nowa-
days. He said there had been a great
change in the educational system
since he was a boy, and ,he was in
terested in school work. He also
wanted to see the buildings and the
way they were ventilated. ,
"Why, Uncle Eustace-, you won't'
have to wait till school opens," I told
him. "Miss Penton is always glad xy
show "visitors round. I'll ask her,"'
"No! Here, Tom! Wait a minute'';
Uncle Eustace shouted, but I was al-
ready running down the street ahead
of him. You see, I hid always wanted
Miss Penton to meet Uncle Eustace,
about whom I had told her so much,
and this seemed like a heavens-sent
When I reached Miss Penton's
house they told me she -was in the
school, looking over some holiday
work,, so I went back and explained to
Uncle Eustace. "I guess we can go
straight there," I said to him.
"All right1, Tom," he answered J But
wheit we got near the schoolhbuse
Uncle Eustace began to walk slower
and slower, until he fairly lagged.
"Tom," he said in a hoarse sort of
whisper, "I dpn't feel well. I think I'll
"Oh, Uncle Eustace!" I exclaimed.
"I did want you to meet Miss Pen
ton." "I tell you what, my boy," said'Un
cle Eustace. "You run home and get .
me my glasses. I've gbra. nervous
headache from not wearing them.
That's a good chap. Ifll wait for you
I ran home as fast as I could and
got the glasses, but when I reached,
the schoolhouse Uncle Eustace,
wasn't in siglit. So I went in to find
Miss Penton and tell her he was com
ing. I had barely stepped inside the hall
when I heard voices in the'little room
where Miss Penton used to sit to pre
pare the lessons, and when I got to
the door I heard the strangest noise. I
hadn't opened the door before I saw