been so good to me."

"And you have deserved it, young man. I am not leaving money to a
family of whom I know nothing. Have you got that: all my fortune
unreservedly to Jessica Fillmore Pell?"

"Yes, Mr. Tyler."

"Roy knows something of this, and if people think it strange or hint
that I am out of my head to leave my money in this way, you can tell
them what he did for me this afternoon. That ought to satisfy them.
Now I want to tell you where my money is invested so that you can get
at it easily, for I want you, Sydney, to be one of my executors, and I
will take Dr. Martin for the other. Here he comes now. We will
continue this business presently."

Roy came in with the doctor; a cheery man, whom everybody in the
neighborhood liked.

"Doctor," began Mr. Tyler, before the physician could say anything, "I
want you to witness my will. Roy, run out to the kitchen and get Ann
to come in here."

"Ann," said Roy, appearing in the rear regions, "Mr. Tyler wants you
to come out and witness his will."

"Is the poor man dying then?" exclaimed the woman, looking frightened.

"Oh, no, he only--"