wo per cent alcohol. Well,
Pashy married him to reform him, and she made her brags that she'd get
him to sign the pledge. And she did, but only by puttin' it in front of
him when he was too drunk to read it."

The lawyer laughed heartily. "So you think Mrs. Corcoran Dunn resembles
her, do you," he observed.

"In one way--yes. Both of 'em sacrifice everything else to one idea.
Pashy's was gettin' that pledge signed, and never mind ways and means.
Mrs. Dunn's is money and position--never mind how they come. See what
I'm drivin' at?"

Sylvester laughed again. "I guess so," he said. "Captain Warren, I never
saw you in better spirits. Do you know what I think? I think that, for
a chap who has just given away half of a good-sized fortune and intends
giving away the other half, you're the most cheerful specimen I ever
saw."

The captain laughed, too. "I am, ain't I," he said. "Well, I can say
truthful what I never expected to say in my life--that _once_ I was
wuth ha'f a million dollars. As for the rest of it, I'm like that
millionaire--that.... Hi! Look! There comes Dan! See him!"

They peered eagerly over the fence. The Warren "two-seater" had rounded
the bend in the road. Dan was driving. Beside him sat a young fellow who
waved his hand.

"Steve!" cried the captain, excitedly. "There's Steve! And--and--yes,
there's somebody on the back seat. It's Jim! He's come! Hooray!"

He was darting out of the gate, but his friend seized his coat.

"Wait," he cried. "I don't want to lose the rest of that sentence. You
said you were like some millionaire. Who?"

"Don't bother me," cried Captain Elisha. "Who? Why, I was goin' to say
I was like that millionaire chap who passes out a library every time he
wakes up and happens to think of it. You know who I mean.... Ahoy there,
Jim! Ahoy, Steve!"

He was waving his hand to the passengers in the approaching vehicle.

"Yes," prompted his friend, hastily, "I know who you mean--Carnegie."

"That's the feller. I've come to feel about the way he says he
does--that 'twould be a crime for me to die rich."

THE END

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