his money on three daughters; but the home of his youth neither saw
him nor his money until Margaret Ellis bought a house on Brady Street,
far up town, where she could have all the grass that she wanted.
Mrs. Ellis was a widow and rich. Not a millionaire like her brother,
but the possessor of a handsome property.

She was the best-natured woman in the world, and never guessed
how hard her neighbors found it to forgive her for always
calling their town of thirty thousand souls, "the country."
She said that she had pined for years to live in the country,
and have horses, and a Jersey cow and chickens, and "a neat pig."
All of which modest cravings she gratified on her little estate;
and the gardener was often seen with a scowl and the garden hose,
keeping the pig neat.

It was later that Mr. Armorer had bought the street railways,
they having had a troublous history and being for sale cheap.
Nobody that knows Armorer as a business man would back his
sentiment by so much as an old shoe; yet it was sentiment,
and not a good bargain, that had enticed the financier.
Once engaged, the instincts of a shrewd trader prompted him
to turn it into a good bargain, anyhow. His fancy was pleased
by a vision of a return to the home of his childhood and his
struggling youth, as a greater personage than his hopes had
ever dared promise.

But, in the event, there was little enough gratification for his vanity.
Not since his wife's death had he been so harassed and anxious;
for he came not in order to view his new property, but because his
sister had written him her suspicions that Harry Lossing wanted