not always good men
of business, and your husband may lose his money; and
however great and good his book may be, it may be rejected
by the world, and you may some day be poor. I shall place
an uncut diamond of some value in the secret drawer of the
old cabinet, hoping that you may find it in a time of need.
You may wonder why I trust to such a chance; but some wise
man has said that _all chance is direction which we cannot
see_, and I believe he is right, so I shall follow my whim.
If you should discover the secret at a time when you are
not in need of money, keep the gem uncut as a wonderful
work of nature; there are not many like it in the world.
But if the money it can bring you will be useful, do not
hesitate to sell it; it will fetch a high price. In any
case, accept it as the last gift of your affectionate

"UNCLE JACOB."

There was silence in the little room for a few moments after Uncle
Jacob's letter had been read. Mr. Goodman led his wife back to her
chair, and Grace stood solemnly waiting for somebody to speak.

At last her father looked at her with a bright smile.

"We must be very thankful to Uncle Jacob for his gift," he said; "but we
mustn't forget that it was your wonderful dream which led us to the
discovery."

"I can't help thinking that my dear Indian priest had something to do
with it. You know he is a magic one; and he did look something like
Uncle Jacob in my dream, you know."

Her mother and father smiled; and Mr. Goodman rose briskly and said, "I
must make haste and tell the man he needn't come to look at the
cabinet."

"Oh, father," cried Grace, who was feeling a little puzzled, "won't it
have to go away, after all?"

"No, my child," he answered; "mother will be able to get well without
losing it now. We shall keep the Magic Cabinet."

"There, I thought my Indian priest wouldn't tell a story. I asked him
to promise not to go away and leave us, and he shook his hand most
beautifully."

Mr. Goodman bent down and kissed her; and then he left the room, and
Grace, after taking a peep at her little Indian priest, ran and threw
her arms lovingly round her mother's neck.

* * * * *

Uncle Jacob's gift was the means of making Grace's dream come true in a
wonderful way. First of all her mother got well and the roses came back
into her cheeks again; and then, instead of going on a mag