As I look round this town, this whole country, and see how the second generation of the rich is rotten with the money-cancer, I feel that your grand, wise father had one of the visions that come only to those who are about to leave the world and have their eyes cleared of the dust of the combat, and their minds cooled of its passions." Here the old man leaned forward and laid his hand on the knee of the white, haggard youth.

"Arthur," he went on, "your father's mind may have been befogged by his affections in the years when he was letting his children do as they pleased, do like most children of the rich.

And his mind may have been befogged by his affections again, _after_ he made that will and went down into the Dark Valley.

But, I tell you, boy, he was sane _when_ he made that will.

He was saner than most men have the strength of mind to be on the best day of their whole lives." Arthur was sitting with elbows on the desk; his face stared out, somber and gaunt, from between his hands.