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- "His "worthless heir'." commented
Elwyn, a trifle bitterly.
"Why, he told me that once when
Wayne was mad with drink and pes
tered with gambling debts he told
some chums he hoped uncle would
die soon, so he could have plenty of
of money to spend. So, you see, poor
uncle has not a very happy time
"I am very glad you take it that
way," said Elwyn. "I was caring only
for your disappointment."
"I am the happiest woman in the
world with you by my side!" declared
Myra brightly. "Now, then, to get
down to practical every-day life, sir!
Put on an apron and help me get the
table cloths and napkins we borrowed
from mother ready to do up."
"U um!" observed Elwyn, glanc
ing in at the pantry. "Not much left
to go on, eh, dear? Sugar pretty
low. Flour why, there isn't more
than two bakings left," and Elwyn
snapped open and then snapped shut
the flour box near the open window.
"Well, by the time two bakings are
over and done with you may be back
at work and all kinds of good fortune
come to us!" chirped Myra hopefully.
"Come, sir, to work with your down
trodden, abused helpmeet! You dear
est, dearest darling!" and Myra gave
him a kiss that echoed through the
house, and both pitched into the work
before them as if it was jovial fun.
Crouched under an open side win
dow, wide awake and safely sheltered,
Sammy Jones listened intently to all
that had been spoken within the
house. Now he darted away. He
made for the railroad depot. There,
his train gone and half hiding in a
shadowed corner, was artful Uncle
"Well," he challenged, "did you
earn that dollar?"
"I've tried to," answered Sammy
and proceeded to detail all that he
had overheard at the cottage.
Uncle Graves chuckled serenely."
Then he took a package from his
pocket. For two minutes there was
a low-whispered conversation be
tween the precious twain. Uncle
Graves gave the package and defin
ite instructions to his youthful fellow
plotter. Off darted Sammy, radiant
"I think I will make some hot bis
cuits for supper," announced Myra at
the cottage an hour later. "There's
some of the honey left and it will
taste good. Mercy!"
Myra uttered a sharp scream. El
wyn rushed into the pantry to find
her staring down into the flour box.
There lay a package. It bore the
inscription: "For my dear niece, My
ra." She trembling with excitement,
Elwyn half guessing and eager as he
opened it, the eyes of both dilated to
There were ten crip new twenty
dollar bills and a note. It was signed
Uncle Graves and it ran:
"This will be placed by an emissary
where you will be sure to find it. That
emissary is hired to report to me how
you regard stingy old Uncle Graves
after I leave. Because I know your
good heart I am able to anticipate a
favorable report and have prepared a
little present, as you see. If the dear
boy does not get work by the time
this is used up, write me and I will
see to things."
"Grand old Uncle Graves!" voted
Elwyn gratefully. "He stopped over
a train to carry out this little plot.
The second train has gone or I'd run
after him to tell him what happiness
he has bestowed upon us."
The cycle of good luck once start
ed, things seemed to move all one
way. At least Elwyn and Myra found
this to be true. Elwyn got work the
next day. The little nest egg left in
the flour box became the sure start
of a promising bank account.
To add to all the right royal for
tune that had come to them, in about
a month Uncle Graves made them a
"I am on a trip to get that grace
less nephew of mine out of trouble
again," he explained. ""I think I will