Same now as ever, I s'pose ?" Beth did not reply.
"And Will's dead, and out of his troubles, I hope," continued Uncle John, reflectively.

"He wrote me once that his wife had nearly driven him crazy.

Perhaps she murdered him in his sleep--eh, Louise ?" "Sir," said Louise, much offended, "you are speaking of my mother." "Ah, yes.

It's the same one your father spoke of," he answered, unmoved.

"But that's neither here nor there.