Well, Colonel Preston, set your mind at rest.

I will take care of the paper." When Colonel Preston died, not long afterward, the doctor naturally thought of the paper, and, as no will was left, it occurred to him that this might be a will; but, in that case, he couldn't understand why he should have been enjoined to keep it six months before opening it.

On the whole, he concluded that it was not a will.
Seated at the supper table, about this time, Mrs.Townley said, suddenly: "Henry, how long is it since Colonel Preston died ?" "Let me see," said the doctor, thoughtfully.

"It is--yes, it is six months to-morrow." "Then it is time for you to open that envelope he gave into your charge." "So it is.

My dear, your feminine curiosity inspired that thought," said the doctor, smiling.
"Perhaps you are right.