"But how did Burlock hold on to the cash all that time?" asked Ned.

"Oh, that was kept for him. He only had the interest of it. But lately a
Mrs. Douglass, of Dalton, died; she had charge of the money because Mr.
Burlock was not considered capable of taking care of it himself."

"And now," said Ned, "the major has it, and Anderson is trying to get it
away by means of information he hopes to get from the major's daughter?
Easy as a, b, c. But to whom is the money left?"

"To an unknown or unfound daughter," said Dorothy. "Her name is Nellie
or Helen Burlock, and it was in hopes of locating her, upon a false clew
which Anderson sent, that poor Mr. Burlock met his death."

"But Dorothy had him all fixed for heaven," said Tavia. "Yes, if ever a
man died, hoping to be forgiven, it was Miles Burlock. Those who were
with him said so, and it was all Dorothy's doings. I must admit I did
joke her about it," Tavia said earnestly, "but she had done so many
things girls never do, and she was not strong enough to keep it up, so
we all had to try to discourage it. But you will have to come to Dalton
to hear her praises sung. She is a regular home missionary--the kind
they tell about in meetings, but who are too busy to come and talk about
themselves."

"I am sure Dorothy is an angel," said Nat, putting his arm
affectionately around his cousin. "I only hope she will save some of her
goodness for me--I do need a mission."

"Indeed," answered Dorothy, "joking aside, you boys are very good and so