And he twisted it up as I might this, [Lights will,] and he lights it
just this way, and he watched it burn slowly and slowly away.
Then, says he, `Asa, boy that act disinherits you, but it leaves
all my property to one who has a better right to it. My own
daughter's darling child, Mary Meredith,' and then he smiled,
sank back upon his pillow, drew a long sigh as if he felt relieved,
and that was the last of poor old Mark Trenchard.

Mary Poor Grandfather. [Buries her face and sobs.]

Asa [After bus.] Wal, I guess I'd better leave her alone.
[Sees half burned will.] There lies four hundred thousand dollars,
if there's a cent. Asa, boy, you're a hoss. [Starts off, R. 1 C.]

Mary To me, all to me. Oh Mr. Trenchard, how we have all wronged
poor grandfather. What, gone? He felt after such tidings,
he felt I should be left alone--who would suspect there was such delicacy
under that rough husk, but I can hardly believe the startling news--
his heiress--I, the penniless orphan of an hour ago, no longer penniless,
but, alas, an orphan still, [Enter Florence.] with none to share my wealth,
none to love me.

Flo [Throwing arms around Mary's neck.] What treason is this, Mary,
no one to love you, eh, what's the matter? You've been weeping,
and I met that American Savage coming from here;
he has not been rude to you?

Mary On no, he's the gentlest of human beings, but he has just told me
news that has moved me strangely.