dBooks desire

``You mustn't bother about these things now, Frank
dear,'' said she. ``I'll get my brother to look into
it.''
``That won't be necessary,'' hastily said Frank. ``I
don't want any rival lawyer peeping into our firm's affairs.''
``My brother Wharton is the soul of honor,'' said
Mrs. Gower, the elder, with dignity. ``You are too
young to take all the responsibility of settling the
estate. Yes, I'll send for Wharton to-morrow.''
``It'll look as though you didn't trust me,'' said
Frank sourly.
``We mustn't do anything to start the gossips in
this town,'' said his wife, assisting.
``Then send for him yourself, Frank,'' said Mildred,
``and give him charge of the whole matter.''
Frank eyed her furiously. ``How ashamed father
would be!'' exclaimed he.
But this solemn invoking of the dead man's spirit
was uneffectual. The specter of poverty was too
insistent, too terrible. Said the widow:
``I'm sure, in the circumstances, my dear dead
husband would want me to get help from someone older
and more experienced.


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