Williams news., 1916-04-06

aren't you going after that medi- cine?"
 "Oh. no. This news of his luck will make my master all well again."
 The news soon spread over the town. All due sympathy was ex- pressed for Mrs. Newell and Marcia, for MT. Warner had some means and they nothing. Mrs. Newell was bit terly disappointed. Marcia said little, but she was saddened for her moth CTS sake at the struggle and poverty that loomed ahead for them.
 At noon that day a messenger from the bank arrived at the Warner home He knocked for admission at the we'll guarded door. A window was raised overhead.
 Well, what is it?" inquired a cracked feeble voice, and looking up the bank messenger recognized a fa- miliar great shock of snowy white hair and whiskers, pair of blue gog- gles the green and white sweater that Adam Warner always wore.
 "Oh, it's you, MT. Warner" cried the clerk. Well, I've been sent by the bank to officially notify you that, as the last survivor of the Mutual Tontine fund, it is at your order"
 Wees, I heard that Moss was dead. Outlived him, eh? and me nigh two years older! We'll, I'll come or send for the money tomorrow or next day"
 Two days passed by. The morning of the third saw David Mack rushing out of the Warner home to shout out distractedly to his neighbors that his master had just died. The statement was soon verified. Scores viewed the remains. By strange coincidence the funerals of the two veterans happened within the same week. It was an- nounced that the will of Adam War per left everything to his grandson, Cyril, who had been telegraphed to and who arrived in time for the obse- quies.
 He was a well-looking. intelligent young man and made no parade of his wealth. He passed most of his time in the house with old Mack, but one day walking in the village quite eager ly approached Mrs. Newell, who was a little ahead of him with Marcia.
 Madam" he spoke, lifting his cap courteously, '1 wish to suggest
 But Mrs. Newell, still bitter over her great money loss, gave him an icy stare that drove him back dismayed.
 My mother is not feeling herself, sir," Marcia spoke, and in the accom- panying glance of regret the embar- rassed young man traced a note of apology that drew him towards this possessor of the fairest face he had ever seen.
 Village gossip now had it that the Newells were going to remove to the city, where mother and daughter might find more profitable work. It was also rumored that young Cyril Warner was negotiating to buy his release from naval service, preparatory to going in- to business with the capital he had in- herited.
 There was knock at the door of the Newell home two evenings later. Mrs. Newell glanced through the open win dow to make out the visitor
 "The ideal" she crimsoned, confront. ing her daughter.
 Who is it, mammal" inquired Mar cia.
 That audacious Warner! Don't an | swer"
 But it may be matter of business. Come, mamma, do not let an unreason- able prejudice influence you against this young man, whom people tell me is a fair-minded person." and she pro. ceeded to the door and quite pleasant ly invited the caller into the parlor.
 You will pardon my presumption in l calling Cyril Warner addressed Mrs. Newell. his face very pale, his com pressed lips telling of vast internal struggle, "tut am compelled to come. The other day I wished to suggest to | you that we divide the fund money. To day." and he placed black stout wal let on table, "it is yours-all of it. "Ours!" cried the astounded lady.
 Yes, madam, by all the rights of jus. tice. Not one penny belongs to me. Good day, madam. You will find sixty. l five thousand dollars in that wallet. He was at the door, down the steps. striding away along the graveled path. Mrs. Newell was too overcome to 1ol low Not so Marcia. She reached him I placed a detaining hand upon his arm.
 You must tell us more," she said decisively, ''or we shall return the money to you"
 1 Cyril Warner hesitated. Then it | seemed as if he allowed Marcia to lead him to rustic bench. With averted eyes he told her that his grandfather had died twenty-four hours before her own, and David Ma ack, through mis. taken fidelity to the family, had con. | cealed the fact and had impersonated