And in a whispered, yet distinctly audible voice, he read the words: "Horace Fairfax, last message to his wife--dated March 22, 18--." "Why that is the very date upon which he died," muttered Kendale.

"This must have been written just before he committed suicide.

Well, we will see what he had to say." And slowly he read, half aloud, as follows: "MY DEAR WIFE: When you read the words here penned I shall be no more.

I know your heart will be most bitter against me for what I have just done, but, realizing that my end was near, I have done it for the best.
"I refer to the making of my will.
"When a man sees death before him, he naturally wishes to see those nearest and dearest to him provided for, so far as he is able to do so.
"You will remember distinctly the conversation we had at the time I proposed marriage to you.

I reminded you that I was a widower, with a daughter whom I loved far better than the apple of my eye.
"I told you that this daughter would succeed to all my wealth, if she lived, when time was no more with me; that no being on earth could ever change my views in this regard--ay, in fulfilling my duty.
"I asked you to marry me, knowing fully my intention in this matter, stating at the time that I would give you in cash an ample sum of money, which, if used frugally and judiciously, should last you the remainder of your natural life, providing you outlived me.
"You accepted me under those conditions; you married me, and I, as agreed, gave to you in a lump sum the money stipulated.
"It is needless to recall to you the fact that our wedded life has been a failure.