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l Trim, do you want that money?"
 "Of course I want it," said Tim; but I am not going to take it."
 What becomes of it if you don't take it?"
 Tt goes to charity" answered Tim ! briefly.
 "When?"
 "WheneyeP I choose" answered | Tim shortly. Lawyer Brown spoke | to me about it yesterday. He said i that I must decide soon now" linen, Tim, go to him at once and 1 put the thing beyond your rcacn, % | pleaded his wife, going to him and twining her arms about his neck. We are both of us wretched as things are, and you don't want that money, Tim. Don't you see? She hoped to separate us. Abbey did it just to get you away from me. You do love me, Tim?''
 "Of course love you" said Tim, shaking of her clinging arms. How many times do you want to be told that? I'll settle the matter to-day, since you are so keen about it.
 He left the house hastily.
 "She is right he unused. "Tne matter might just as well be settled now as at any time. Still a fellow likes to know that he can put his hands on $5O,OOO whenever he likes.
 He stopped suddenly. "Why shouldn't l have it?' he asked himself savagely. "Myra would be a heap better off without me. I'm only burden to her as things are. By George! I'm going to have a fling at that money"
 He drew himself up and set his l haT al " wit hon further hesitation, he hurried to the attorneys office. The lawyer rose al his entrane.
 When can I have that $50, ,0O0?' | demanded Tim abruptly.
 Whenever you comply with the conditions, Tim
 "The condition is complied with, announced Tim grimly. 'I am leav. ing town on the next train. Give me some money no<v, and when I need more l will write for it Be quiCl about it. I have no time to lose"
 "So you have decided to leave youl wife?' remarked the lawyer. ''Hav, you given the matter due cOnsidera tion, Tim? Remember, the separa ton must be absolute"
 Haven't I said that I cOmpliet with the condition? ?" cried Tim. 60
 don't see the necessity of discussin
 it. Give me the money and let nl go."
 At first the mere Joy of having a } unlimited supply of money served | } dull whatever bangs of cOnscienC - Timothy Gates might have had. t But as the glamour of his riche
 wore off, thoughts of his wife bega $ to trouble him. Vainly he tried [ 3 suppress them by plunging into ne7 - and hitherto unknown pleasures, bu l his wife's face as he had last seen pale, worn, appealing, but lovin y always-came before him.
 What a contemptible cad I am, . he soliloQuized, with intense sell 3 Ioathing. When I had Myra I wa . not satisfied until l had the moneI t Now 1 have the money and I wan
 Myra. Hang it, I haven't even man , hood enough to be a first-cIass vi, r lain. l wonder how she Is? I won 3 der how she looks? Why" as tn
 thought struck came with sudde < lJoTce, why should I not see for my IT self how she is? It is not breakin ] the condition just to see her. I vii 3 see her. If she is well, if she
 content, then so will l be; but mus . see for myself"
 T Acting immediately upon this re . solve, Timothy found himself a y nightfall in his native village. Wit Q but one thOught-that of seeing hi ] wife-he made his way at once [