ood deal for the boy."

"You expect to retain the usual commission for your services as
guardian, do you not?"

"I do."

"And to control the moneys and properties that may come into your
hands?"

"Well--yes."

"About how much money, all together, do you expect to make out of this
estate?"

"I do not look on it in that light, sir; I am taking these proceedings
simply to compel you and your client to give that boy his rights."

This impudent assertion angered Goodlaw, who well knew the object of
the plot, and he rose from his chair, saying deliberately:--

"Do you mean to swear that this is not a deep-laid scheme on the part
of you and your attorney to wrest from this estate enough to make a
fortune for you both? Do you mean to say mat you care as much for this
boy's rights as you do for the dust in your path?"

Craft's face paled, and Sharpman started to his feet, red with
passion.

"This is the last straw!" he exclaimed, hoarsely; "now I intend"--

But the judge, fearing an uncontrollable outbreak of temper,
interrupted him, saying:--

"Your witness need not answer the question in that form, Mr. Sharpman.
Mr. Goodlaw, do you desire to cross-examine the witness further?"

Goodlaw had resumed his seat and was turning over his papers.

"I do not care to take up the time of the court any longer," he said,
"with this witness."

"Then, Mr. Sharpman, you may proceed with further evidence."

But Sharpman was still smarting from the blow inflicted by his
opponent. "I desire, first," he said, "that the court shall take
measures to protect me and my client from the unfounded and insulting
charges of counsel for the defence."

"We will see," said the judge, "that no harm comes to you or to your
cause from irrelevant matter interjected by counsel. But let us get on
with the case. We are taking too much time."

Sharpman turned again to his papers and called the name of "Anthony
Henderson."

An old man arose in the audience, and made his way feebly to the
witness-stand, which had just been vacated by Craft.

After he had been sworn, he said, in reply to questions by Sharpman,
that he was a resident of St. Louis; that in May, 1859, he was on his
way east with his little grandson, and went down with the train that
broke through the bridge at Cherry Brook.

He said that before the crash came he had noticed a lady and gentleman
sitting across the aisle from him, and a nurse and child a few seats
further ahead;