money, for fear that it might be restored to him later; that he live on the principle which inspires a man to "get his money's worth," be the expenditure great or small. As these conditions were prescribed for but a single year in the life of the heir, it was evident that Mr. Sedgwick did not intend to impose any restrictions after the property had gone into his hands. 

 "How do you like it?" asked Mr. Grant, as he passed the will to Brewster. 

 The latter took the paper and glanced over it with the air of one who had heard but had not fully grasped its meaning. 

 "It must be a joke, Mr. Grant," he said, still groping with difficulty through the fog. 

 "No, Mr. Brewster, it is absolutely genuine. Here is a telegram from the Probate Court in Sedgwick's home county, received in response to a query from us. It says that the will is to be filed for probate and that Mr. Sedgwick was many times a millionaire. This statement, which he calls an inventory, enumerates his holdings and their value, and the footing shows $6,345,000 in round numbers. The investments, you see, are gilt-edged. There is not a bad penny in all those millions." 

 "Well, it is rather staggering, isn't it?" said Montgomery, passing his hand over his forehead. He was beginning to comprehend. 

 "In more ways than one. What are you going to do about it?" 

 "Do about it?" in surprise. "Why, it's mine, isn't it?" 

 "It is not yours until next September," the lawyer quietly said. 

 "Well, I fancy I can wait," said Brewster with a smile that cleared the air. 

 "But, my dear fellow, you are already the possessor of a million. Do you forget that you are expected to be penniless a year from now?" 

 "Wouldn't you exchange a million for seven millions, Mr. Grant?" 

 "But let me inquire how you purpose doing it?" asked Mr. Grant, mildly. 

 "Why, by the simple process of destruction. Don't you suppose I can get rid of a million in a year? Great Scott, who wouldn't do it! All I have to do is to cut a few purse strings and there is but one natural conclusion. I don't mind being a pauper for a few hours on the 23d 

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