What a stirring, eventful life I have had! I must have lived a cycle among these hills to have evened it; and most of my comrades are already gone." One day, at the very last, he said, "Jennie, there is one bequest in my will may astonish you, but it is all right.

I went to see her a month ago.

She is a widow now with a lot of little lads around her.
And I loved her, Jennie--never loved any woman but her.

Poor Mary! She has had a hard time; I have tried to make things easier." "You had always a lile heart, Davie; you could do no wrong to any one." "I hope not.

I--hope--not." And with these words and a pleasant smile the general answered some call that he alone heard, and trusting in his Saviour, passed confidently "The quicks and drift that fill the rift Between this world and heaven." His will, written in the kindest spirit, caused a deal of angry feeling; for it was shown by it that after his visit to the Denton Mills he had revoked a bequest to the brothers of L20,000, because, as he explicitly said, "My dear brothers do not need it;" and this L20,000 he left to Mary Butterworth Pierson, "who is poor and delicate, and does sorely need it." And the rest of his property he divided between Jennie and Jennie's bairns.
In the first excitement of their disappointment and ruin, Sam, who dreaded his brother's anger, and who yet longed for some sympathetic word, revealed to Jennie and her husband the plan Matt had laid, and how signally it had failed.
"I told him, squire, I did for sure, to be plain and honest with Davie.