this evening. Come, Roy, are you going down? I'll take you along with
me in the carriage."

"Yes, you'd better go, Roy," urged Sydney. "You look worn out. Tell
mother I'll stay here as long as I'm wanted."

"Good-by, Mr. Tyler," said Roy, stepping into the bedroom and
extending his hand to the old man.

"Good-by, Roy Pell. You have made me think better of my kind to-day.
In fact I think you have made a changed man of me. Would you-- would
you mind coming up to see me to-morrow?"

"No, of course I wouldn't mind. I'll come. I hope you'll be better in
the morning. Good-night," and Roy went off with the doctor.

"Well, Roy," said the latter, as they drove away, "you are to be
congratulated. You have brought your family into a nice little
inheritance if all our miserly old friend says is true."

"Perhaps it isn't," returned Roy, "so please don't congratulate me or
say anything about it just yet."

Roy was so tired when he got home that he did not give very spirited
answers to the questions his family showered upon him. He went to bed
very shortly and was asleep before Rex came to take his place beside
him.

All in the household were locked in slumber when Sydney let himself in
with his key about eleven. He did not retire. He went into the