A sweet revenge he could take on me in his will." Adelaide drew back--was rudely thrust back by the barrier between her and her brother which had sprung up as if by magic.

Across it she studied him with a pain in her heart that showed in her face.

"O Arthur, how can you think such a thing!" she exclaimed.
"Isn't it so ?" he demanded.
"He has a right to do what he pleases with his own." Then she softened this by adding, "But he'd never do anything unjust." "It isn't his own," retorted her brother.

"It belongs to us all." "We didn't make it," she insisted.

"We haven't any right to it, except to what he gives us." "Then you think we're living on his charity ?" "No--not just that," she answered hesitatingly.