or bricklayer."

"Perhaps so," said Herbert, quietly.

"What are you going to Randolph for?" asked James, with sudden
curiosity.

"To attend my uncle's funeral."

"What's your uncle's name?"

"The same as mine."

"I suppose he was poor."

"No, he was rich."

"Was he?" repeated James, in some surprise. "What do you think he was
worth?"

"About a hundred thousand dollars."

"Sho! you don't say so. Perhaps," continued James, with new-born
respect, "he has left you something in his will."

"I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"He hasn't shown any interest in us for six years, and I don't think