n money was in his hand. And, of course, more money would
come to him, as it had once come on the banks of the Nile. He did not
question how nor whence. He only knew.

It was three days before he bethought himself to finish the reading of
Aunt Clara's letter, suspended at sight of the astounding enclosure. He
had begun that letter a harried and trivial unit of the toiling masses.
He came to finish it a complacent and lordly figure!

"--I enclose the check which wipes out all but $7,000 of that
money from your dear mother with which dearest Edward so rashly
speculated years ago, in the hope of making you a wealthy man.
I am happy to say that $5,000 of this I can pay at once out of
the money I have saved. I have been investing for years, as I
could spare it, in the stock of the Federal Express Company,
and now have fifty shares, which I will transfer to you at par,
though they are quoted a little above that, if you are willing
to accept them. The balance I will pay when I have sold the
house and furnishings, as with my dearest husband gone I no
longer have any incentive to keep on working. I am tired. It is
a good safe stock paying 4-1/2 per cent. and I would advise you
to keep it and also put the Ins. money into the same stock. A
very nice man in the Life Ins. office said it ought to pay more
if the business was better managed. If you turned your talents
to the express business you might learn to manage it yourself
because you always had a fine head for such things, and by
owning a lot of their stock you could get the other
stockholders to elect you to be one of their directors, which
would be a fine occupation for you, not too hard work and
plenty of time to read good books which I hope you find same
now of evenings in place of frittering away your time with
associations of a questionable character, and ruining your
health by late hours and other dissipation though I know you
were always of good habits.

"Affectionately,

"Aunt Clara.

"P.S.--It has rained hard for two days."

There it was! Money _came_ to you. Federal Express was only a name to
him; he had written it sometimes at Breede's dictation. But his Aunt
Clara was old enough to know about such things, and he would follow her
advice, though being a director of an express company seemed as
unexciting as it was doubtle