is wife good-bye, she walked slowly down the
road toward the store. Surely there had been some mistake, she
reasoned. Why should anything have been left to her? What had she
done to merit it? She wished that David had not done such a thing. It
would mean a great responsibility, and she did not feel equal to the
task.

Reaching the store, her attention was diverted for a time by the brief
note she received from Mr. Westcote telling of the arrest of Sydney
Bramshaw. This was very gratifying news, but she longed to hear some
word about Jasper, and whether he would be released. This and what
Mrs. Peterson had told her about the will occupied her mind all that
afternoon. She was unusually silent, and Margaret was afraid that she
was not well. She spent a couple of hours upon the river, but the
water becoming rough she was unable to remain out any longer.

"Your prediction has come true, Margaret," she said when she had
reached the house. "It is very rough out there now. You were quite
right as regards the water, but I guess that is about as far as it
goes. It is almost dinner time and here we are just as quiet as we
were this morning."

"There is plenty of time yet," and Margaret looked up from her work
with a smile. "I have had such a delightful day," she added. "See, I
have done all this," and she held up a piece of needle-work for
inspection.

"I wish that I could settle down to something definite," Lois sighed.
"I have never been so restless in all my life as I have to-day. I have
the feeling that something wonderful is about to happen, and that a
great change is to take place in my life. If I were superstitious I
should be quite uneasy."

"Is it a feeling of dread?" Margaret asked.

"No, not at all. I cannot explain it, for I never experienced anything
like it before."

This conversation was suddenly interrupted by a long succession of
raucous honks up the road, and in a few seconds a car swung around the
corner of the house and stopped before the verandah.

Lois had risen and stepped forward. But she stopped short in amazement
when she saw Jasper in the car, seated by Mr. Westcote's side. Her
father and Dick were in the front seat, but she hardly noticed them.
Jasper was free! That was the one idea which filled her mind. It
seemed almost too good to be true. Just what happened next she was not
altogether certain. She welcomed them all and listened to their
voices, but she seemed to be