CHAPTER I.
Mr.Templeton Thorpe was soon to be married for the second time.

Back in 1860 he married a girl of twenty-two, and now in the year 1912 he was taking unto himself another girl of twenty-two.

In the interim he had achieved a grandson whose years were twenty-nine.

In his seventy-seventh year he was worth a great many millions of dollars, and for that and no other reason perhaps, one of the newspapers, in commenting on the approaching nuptials, declared that nobody could now deny that he was a philanthropist.
* * * * * "I daresay you are right, Mrs.Tresslyn," said old Templeton Thorpe's grandson, bitterly.

"He hasn't many more years to live." The woman in the chair started, her eyes narrowing.