"Yes, I know; you're not the only one. You have relatives--somewhere,
I surmise."

"Nothing nearer than cousins, third or fourth, back East. They'd get
it, I suppose--without a will."

"Why don't you marry?"

The millionaire repeated the wry face of a moment before.

"I'm not a marrying man. I never did care much for women; and--I'm not
fool enough to think that a woman would be apt to fall in love with my
bald head. Nor am I obliging enough to care to hand the millions over
to the woman that falls in love with THEM, taking me along as the
necessary sack that holds the gold. If it comes to that, I'd rather
risk the cousins. They, at least, are of my own blood, and they didn't
angle to get the money."

"You know them?"

"Never saw 'em."

"Why not pick out a bunch of colleges and endow them?"

The millionaire shook his head.

"Doesn't appeal to me, somehow. Oh, of course it ought to, but--it
just doesn't. That's all. Maybe if I was a college man myself; but--
well, I had to dig for what education I got."