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By Hester Vaile Dearie
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"Quick, Marcy, the medicine!"
"Is it another bad spell, Mr.
"No, I'm better now," said Greg
ory Tresham, after taking a deep
draught of a cordial the doctor had
left He sank back among the pillows
gasping for breath, but the momen
tary stimulus had given him strength
and the waxy color in his face partly
"I had better go for the doctor,"
suggested Lucius Marcy, but the old
man nodded his head negatively.
"It would be of no use," he said.
"My hours are pretty near numbered,
lad. There is something on my mind,
Marcy, and yet I hesitate to speak it
"Surely I will honor whateyer you
may impart or direct me to do," re
"I know that you have been a
faithful, honest help to me, Marcy,
-and that is why it cuts me deep to
think that I must do something that
may look like ingratitude."
"Speak out, Mr. Tresham," en
couraged Marcy. "You owe me no
special gratitude. Your kindness
and appreciation have repaid me for
anything I have done for you out of
"Well, Marcy, I made my will last
"I did not know that"
"It is at the lawyers and it leaves
you everything I have."
"You astonish me," said Marcy
sincerely. "I do not' deserve such
consideration. You have no rela
tives, Mr. Tresham?"
"None I care for or who care for
me, and, if I had, I would look first
to those who have been by my side
and have made my declining years
comfortable. No, no, Marcy for
five years you have been a true and
lnval servant. More than that, like
a son. But there is something, there
The old man faltered, his eyes
closed and his mind wandered. After
a few moments he seemed to again
get the connection.
"Oh, yes," he spoke low and mum
blingly. "It was of Hester Vaile I
am thinking. Poor lass! I have
wronged her. Two years before you
came she was my nurse, like an own
daughter. She was my dead sister's
child. I promised to care for her.
The Voice Died Down
She was sensitive, proud spirited. I
was high tempered, unjust. I spoke
bitter words to her. I taunted her
with waiting for my property. She
gave me one look of reproach and
then she left. I have never seen her
since. Then you came and oh! what
has become of her to whom I prom-
ieor? nrAf ontinn ? T Tnarla o -wri!! in Via
favor once, but I changed it in your
behalf in your behalf in your"
The voice died down, a convulsive
shudder crossed the old man's frame.
His jaw dropped. In alarm Marcy
ran to the nearest neighbor to tele-