. But
if he is alive, he must have his share of uncle's money; and I have left
it with the legal gentlemen to find him if they can."

"Thomas," protested Miss Jemima, "do you think it would be right to hand
over uncle's hard-earned money to that poor wastrel?"

"His right to the money, Jemima, is as good as ours."

"Perhaps so; but I feel convinced that uncle would not have wished for any
part of his money to go to Jack. It would be like flinging it into the
sea."

"Yes; but that cuts both ways, Jemima. Uncle would never have willed his
money to me, any more than to Jack. But God has given it to me, and I mean
to use it in the way of which I believe He will approve."

"And that is not all," he hastily resumed. "I have another relative;" and
he directed a look of loving significance towards his sister's face. "Do
you think that, if I admit the claim of our poor scapegrace cousin to a
share of our uncle's money, I shall overlook the right of the dear sister
who has been my stay and comfort all these sorrowing years?"

"But--but----" began Miss Jemima, in bewildered tones.

"Yes, you are to have your share too, Jemima."

"But, brother I don't desire it. If you have the money, it's all the same
as though I had it myself."

With all her severity, there was not an atom of selfishness in Miss Jemima
Horn.

"It's all arranged," was her brother's reply. "I instructed the lawyers to
divide the property into three equal portions."

Miss Jemima, supposing that an arrangement with the lawyers was like the
laws of the Medes and Persians, which "altered not," felt compelled to
submit; but it was with the understanding that her brother took entire
management of her portion of the money, as well as his own.

There was little further talk between "Cobbler" Horn and his sister that
evening. Their early bed-time had arrived; and "Cobbler" Horn, having
read a chapter in the Bible, offered a fervent prayer, in which he asked
earnestly that his sister and himself might receive grace to use rightly
the great wealth which had been entrusted to their charge.

"If we should prove unfaithful, Lord," he said, "take it from us as
suddenly as Thou hast given it."

"Oh, brother," cried Miss Jemima, as they were going up to bed, "some
letters came for you this morning."

"Cobbler" Horn took the four or five letters, which his sister was holding
out to him, with a bewildered air.

"Are they really for me?" he asked.

"Small doubt of