'I guess he has made provision for himself all these years, when my purse has been as free to him as myself.

Colvin tells me there has been an awful lot of money spent somewhere.' 'Yes,' Jerrie replied, 'but you gave him permission to spend it, and it would hardly be fair now to leave him with little or nothing, and he so broken down.

When Maude feared she was going to die, and before she knew who I was, she wrote a letter for her father and you, asking him to give me what he would have given her, and you to do the same.

So now, I want you to give Maude's father what you would have given me for Maude's sake.' 'Bless my soul, Jerrie!' Arthur said.

'What a beggar you are! I don't know what I should have given you; all I am worth, perhaps.