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mischievously, "that when poor Aunt

       Jane is gone you'll be able to buy a new necktie."

      He looked at her whimsically, and wiped the tears from his eyes.

      "Thank you, Jane," said the little man to his sister. "It's a lot of money, and I'll be proud to own it."

      "Why did you laugh." demanded Aunt Jane.

      "I just happened to think that our old Dad once said I'd never be worth a dollar in all my life. What would he say now, Jane, if he knew I stood good to have five thousand—if I can manage to outlive you?"

      She turned from him with an expression of scorn.

      "In addition to these bequests," said she, "I have left five thousand to the boy and twenty thousand to Mr. Watson. The remainder of the property will go to Patricia."

      For a moment the room was intensely still. Then Patricia said, with quiet determination:

      "You may as well make another will, Aunt. I'll not touch a penny of your money."

      "Why not?" asked the woman, almost fiercely.

      "You have been kind to me, and you mean well," said Patricia. "I would rather not tell you my reasons."

      "I demand to know them!"

      "Ah, aunt; can't you understand, without my speaking?"

      "No," said the other; but a flush crossed her pale cheek, nevertheless.

      Patsy arose and stumped to a position directly in front of Jane Merrick, where she rested on her crutches. Her eyes were bright and full of indignation, and her plain little face was so white that every freckle showed distinctly.

      "There was a time, years ago," she began in a low voice, "when you were very rich and your sister Violet, my mother, was very poor. Her health was bad, and she had me to care for, while my father was very ill with a fever. She was proud, too, and for herself she would never have begged a penny of anyone; but for my sake she asked her rich sister to loan her a little money to tide her over her period of want. What did you do, Jane Merrick, you who lived in a beautiful mansion, and had more money than you could use? You insulted her, telling her she belonged to a family of beggars, and that none of them could wheedle your money away from you!"

      "It was true," retorted the elder woman, stubbornly. "They were after me like a drove of wolves—every Merrick of them all—and they would have ruined me if I had let them bleed me as they wished."

      "So far as my mother is concerned, that's a lie," said Patsy, quietly. "She never appealed to you but that once, but worked as bravely as she could to earn money in her own poor way. The result was that she died, and I was left to the care of strangers until my father was well enough to support me."

      She paused, and again the room seemed unnaturally still.

      "I'm sorry, girl," said Aunt Jane, at last, in trembling tones. "I was wrong. I see it now, and I am sorry I refused Violet."

      "Then I forgive you!" said Patsy, impulsively. "I forgive you all, Aunt Jane; for through your own selfishness you cut yourself off from all your family—from all who might have loved you—and you have lived all these years a solitary and loveless life. There'll be no grudge of mine to follow you to the grave, Aunt Jane. But," her voice hardening, "I'll never touch a penny of the money that was denied my poor dead mother. Thank God the old Dad and I are independent, and can earn our own living."

      Uncle John came to where Patsy stood and put both arms around her, pressing her—crutches and all—close to his breast. Then he released her, and without a word stalked from the room.

      "Leave me, now," said Aunt Jane, in a husky voice. "I want time to think."

      Patricia hobbled forward, placed one hand caressingly upon the gray head, and then bent and kissed Aunt Jane's withered cheek.

      "That's right," she whispered. "Think it over, dear. It's all past and done, now, and I'm sorry I had to hurt you. But—not a penny, aunt—remember, not a penny will I take!"

      Then she left the room, followed by Louise and Beth, both of whom were glad to be alone that they might conquer their bitter disappointment.

      Louise, however, managed to accept the matter philosophically, as the following extract from her letter to her mother will prove:

      "After all, it isn't so bad as it might be, mater, dear," she wrote. "I'll get five thousand, at the very worst, and that will help us on our way considerably. But I am quite sure that Patsy means just what she says, and that she will yet induce Aunt Jane to alter her will. In that case I believe the estate will either be divided between Beth and me, or I will get it all. Anyway, I shall stay here and play my best cards until the game is finished."

      CHAPTER XIX.

       DUPLICITY.

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      Aunt Jane had a bad night, as might have been expected after her trials of the previous day.

      She sent for Patricia early in the forenoon, and when the girl arrived she was almost shocked by the change in her aunt's appearance. The invalid's face seemed drawn and gray, and she lay upon her cushions breathing heavily and without any appearance of vitality or strength. Even the sharpness and piercing quality of her hard gray eyes was lacking and the glance she cast at her niece was rather pleading than defiant.

      "I want you to reconsider your decision of yesterday, Patricia," she begun.

      "Don't ask me to do that, aunt," replied the girl, firmly. "My mind is fully made up."

      "I have made mistakes, I know," continued the woman feebly; "but I want to do the right thing, at last."

      "Then I will show you how," said Patricia, quickly. "You mustn't think me impertinent, aunt, for I don't mean to be so at all. But tell me; why did you wish to leave me your money?"

      "Because your nature is quite like my own, child, and I admire your independence and spirit."

      "But my cousins are much more deserving," said she, thoughtfully.

       "Louise is very sweet and amiable, and loves you more than I do, while

       Beth is the most sensible and practical girl I have ever known."

      "It may be so," returned Aunt Jane, impatiently; "but I have left each a legacy, Patricia, and you alone are my choice for the mistress of Elmhurst. I told you yesterday I should not try to be just. I mean to leave my property according to my personal desire, and no one shall hinder me." This last with a spark of her old vigor.

      "But that is quite wrong, aunt, and if you desire me to inherit your wealth you will be disappointed. A moment ago you said you wished to do the right thing, at last. Don't you know what that is?"

      "Perhaps you will tell me," said Aunt Jane, curiously.

      "With pleasure," returned Patsy. "Mr. Bradley left you this property because he loved you, and love blinded him to all sense of justice. Such an estate should not have passed into the hands of aliens because of a lover's whim. He should have considered his own flesh and blood."

      "There was no one but his sister, who at that time was not married and had no son," explained Aunt Jane, calmly. "But he did not forget her and asked me to look after Katherine Bradley in case she or her heirs ever needed help. I have done so. When his mother died, I had the boy brought here, and he has lived here ever since."

      "But the property ought to be his," said Patricia, earnestly. "It would please me beyond measure to have you make your will in his favor, and you would be doing the right thing at last."

      "I won't," said Aunt Jane, angrily.

      "It would also be considerate and just to the memory of Mr. Bradley," continued the girl. "What's going to became of Kenneth?"

      "I have left him five thousand," said the woman.

      "Not

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