He drew it aside, and there stepped forth Mr.Bonehead, the old lawyer who had cast Winnifred upon the world.
"Miss Clair," said the Lawyer, advancing and taking the girl's hand for a moment in a kindly clasp, "the time has come for me to explain all.
You are not, you never were, the penniless girl that you suppose.

Under the terms of your father's will, I was called upon to act a part and to throw you upon the world.

It was my client's wish, and I followed it.

I told you, quite truthfully, that I had put part of your money into options in an oil-well.

Miss Clair, that well is now producing a million gallons of gasolene a month!' "A million gallons!" cried Winnifred.