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      "Do as you please, Frank," assented Mr. Manning. "I feel for you, and I share in your grief. I will go and tell Mark of our sad loss."

      He made his way to Mark's chamber and entered. He touched Mark, who was in a doze, and he started up.

      "What's the matter?" he asked, crossly.

      "Your poor mother is dead, Mark."

      "Well, there was no need to wake me for that," said the boy, irritably. "I can't help it, can I?"

      "I think, my son, you might speak with more feeling. Death is a solemn thing."

      "There's nobody here but me," said Mark, sneering.

      "I don't catch your meaning," said his father, showing some annoyance, for it is not pleasant to be seen through.

      "Why should you care so much?" continued Mark. "I suppose you will be well provided for. Do you know how she has left the property? How much of it goes to Frank?"

      "I can't say," said Mr. Manning. "I never asked my wife."

      "Do you mean to say, father, that you don't know how the property is left?" asked Mark, with a sharp glance at his father.

      "I may have my conjectures," said Mr. Manning, softly. "I don't think my dear wife would leave me without some evidences of her affection. Probably the bulk of the estate goes to your brother, and something to me. Doubtless we shall continue to live here, as I shall naturally be your brother's guardian."

      "Don't call him my brother," said Mark.

      "Why not? True, he is only your stepbrother; but you have lived under the same roof, and been to school together, and this ought to strengthen the tie between you."

      "I don't like Frank," said Mark. "He puts on altogether too many airs."

      "I had not observed that," said his father.

      "Well, I have. Only this evening he saw fit to speak impudently to me."

      "Indeed! I am really amazed to hear it," said Mr. Manning, softly.

      "Oh, he thinks he is the master of the house, or will be," said Mark, "and he presumes on that."

      "He is unwise," said Mr. Manning. "Even if the whole property descends to him, which I can hardly believe possible, I, as his guardian, will have the right to control him."

      "I hope you'll do it, father. At any rate, don't let him boss over me, for I won't stand it."

      "I don't think he will boss over you," answered his father, in a slow, measured voice, betraying, however, neither anger nor excitement. "Of course, I should not permit that."

      Mark regarded his father fixedly.

      "I guess the old man knows what's in the will," he said to himself. "He knows how to feather his own nest. I hope he's feathered mine, too."

      Mr. Manning passed from his son's chamber and went softly upstairs, looking thoughtful.

      Anyone who could read the impassive face would have read trouble in store for Frank.

      CHAPTER IV

      MRS. MANNING'S WILL

      During the preparations for the funeral Frank was left pretty much to himself.

      Mr. Manning's manner was so soft, and to him had been so deferential, that he did not understand the man. It didn't occur to him that it was assumed for a purpose.

      That manner was not yet laid aside. His stepfather offered to comfort him, but Frank listened in silence. Nothing that Mr. Manning could say had the power to lighten his load of grief. So far as words could console him, the sympathy of Deborah and the coachman, both old servants, whom his mother trusted, had more effect, for he knew that it was sincere, and that they were really attached to his mother.

      Of Mr. Manning he felt a profound distrust, which no words of his could remove.

      Meanwhile, Mr. Manning was looking from an upper window down the fine avenue, and his eye ranged from left to right over the ample estate with a glance of self-complacent triumph.

      "All mine at last!" he said to himself, exultingly. "What I have been working for has come to pass. Three years ago I was well-nigh penniless, and now I am a rich man. I shall leave Mark the master of a great fortune. I have played my cards well. No one will suspect anything wrong. My wife and I have lived in harmony. There will be little wonder that she has left all to me. There would be, perhaps, but for the manner in which I have taken care he shall be mentioned in the will—I mean, of course, in the will I have made for her."

      He paused, and, touching a spring in the wall, a small door flew open, revealing a shallow recess.

      In this recess was a folded paper, tied with a red ribbon.

      Mr. Manning opened it, and his eyes glanced rapidly down the page.

      "This is the true will," he said to himself. "I wish I could summon courage to burn it. It would be best out of the way. That, if found out, would make me amenable to the law, and I must run no risk. In this secret recess it will never be found. I will replace it, and the document which I have had prepared will take its place, and no one will be the wiser."

      On the day after the funeral, the family solicitor and a few intimate friends, who had been invited by Mr. Manning, assembled in the drawing room of the mansion to hear the will read.

      Mr. Manning himself notified Frank of the gathering and its object.

      He found our hero lying on the bed in his chamber, sad and depressed.

      "I don't like to intrude upon your grief, my dear boy," said his stepfather, softly, "but it is necessary. The last will of your dear mother and my beloved wife is about to be read, and your presence is necessary."

      "Couldn't it be put off?" asked Frank, sadly. "It seems too soon to think of such things."

      "Pardon me, my dear Frank, but it is quite needful that there should be an immediate knowledge of the contents of the will, in order that the right person may look after the business interests of the estate. I assure you that it is the invariable custom to read the will immediately after the funeral."

      "If that is the custom, and it is necessary, I have nothing to say. When is the will to be read?"

      "At three o'clock, and it is now two."

      "Very well, sir; I will come down in time."

      "Of course there can't be much doubt as to the contents of the will," pursued Mr. Manning. "You are doubtless the heir, and as you are a minor, I am probably your guardian. Should such be the case, I hope that the relations between us may be altogether friendly."

      "I hope so," said Frank, gravely.

      At three o'clock the members of the family, with a few outside friends, gathered in the drawing room. The family solicitor, Mr, Ferret, held in his hand what purported to be the last will of Mrs. Manning.

      The widowed husband had directed the lawyer to the bureau of the deceased lady as likely to contain her will. It was found without trouble in the topmost drawer.

      Deborah and the coachman had speculated as to whether they would be invited to attend at the reading of the will.

      Their doubts were set at rest by an invitation from Mr. Manning himself.

      "You were so long in the service of my dear wife," he said, "that it is fitting that you be present at the reading of her will, in which it is quite probable that you may be personally interested."

      "He is uncommonly polite, I am sure," thought Deborah, disposed for the moment to think more favorably of the man whom she had never been able to like.

      "My friends," said the lawyer, after a preliminary cough, "you are assembled to listen to the will of Mrs. Manning, just deceased. The document which I hold in my hand I believe to be such an instrument. I will now open if for the first time."

      He untied the ribbon, and began reading the will.

      It commenced with the usual formula, and proceeded to a few bequests of trifling amount.

      Deborah and Richard

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