I don't blame you for feelin' mad now; but I'm right and I know it.

And some day you'll know it, and thank me." "When I do, I'll be insane." "No, you'll be older, that's all.

Now pack your trunk--or get the Commodore to pack it for you." * * * * * News from the Moriarty sick room continued favorable for a time.

Then, with alarming suddenness, a change came.

The broken hip was mending slowly, but poor Pat's age was against him, and the shock and long illness were too much for his system to fight.