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his room and took from it an envelope addressed in Miss Myra's spidery handwriting:

"To Mary Meacham. This letter to be given her on the day her Engagement is announced. Or as soon thereafter as possible."

Wonderingly Mary opened it, and wonderingly she read:

Dear Mary: I am sorry for you so sorry that I shall try to help you.

I have done all I can in my will to keep you single. At least you must love the man very much to be willing to sacrifice so much

money.

But now I must tell you something.

There is no Penobscot Home for FeebleMinded Girls. That was only a fiction to keep you from marrying.

So, as Judge Adams will tell you, you will still have everything, whether you marry or not, because you are my next of kin.

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THE JUDGE WENT TO THE SAFE AND TOOK FROM IT AN ENVELOPE ADDRESSED IN MISS MYRA'S SPIDERY HANDWRITING

But, oh, Mary, be careful! You know what I went through.

Did you try the Three Tests on him? If not, do, before it's too late.

With love, although when you read this, I shall be no more.

Your affectionate

AUNT MYRA.

Mary's eyes blurred. But a few minutes later, when she seated herself in Fred Briggs' livery car, her eyes were bright enough.

"You only just caught me, Miss Meacham," piped Freddy. "Somebody up at your house wants to catch the fivefifteen. I was getting ready to start when you 'phoned."

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"I wonder who it is," thought Mary; one of the neighbors, I guess.

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She didn't think anything more about it (having plenty to think about without that) till they turned in at the house on the hill.

And there, sitting on the rail of the veranda with his back toward them, Mary saw a masculine figure, evidently waiting for the car.

"I wonder who it is," she thought again.

But the moment she jumped from the car she knew very well who it was.

Without speaking, she held out her hands to help him up. And, still without speaking, she led him inside.

"Where are you going?" she asked in a low voice, which trembled a little. "I'm running away," he answered in just the same sort of a voice. "Running away from what?" "From you." "Why?"

"Because you'd lose that money ifif.... There's a letter on my pillow."

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Who told you about the money?" "Ma'm Dubois."

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