d slipped inside, his strong will
henceforth to be hers.

Still cuddling close, her head on his shoulder, her heart going out
to him as she thought of the next morning and the task before him, she
talked of their coming move to the mountains, and of the log-cabin
for which Jack had already given orders; of the approaching autumn and
winter and what they would make of it, and of dear daddy's plans and
profits, and of how long they must wait before a larger log-cabin--one
big enough for two--would be theirs for life--any and every topic which
she thought would divert his mind--but Garry's ghost would not down.

"And what are you going to do first, my darling?" she asked at last,
finding that Jack answered only in monosyllables or remained silent
altogether.

"I am going to see Uncle Arthur in the morning," he answered quickly,
uncovering his brooding thoughts. "It won't do any good, perhaps, but I
will try it. I have never asked him for a cent for myself, and I won't
now. He may help Corinne this time, now that Garry is dead. There
must be some outside money due Garry that he has not been able to
collect--commissions on unfinished work. This can be turned in when it
is due. Then I am going to Uncle Peter, and after that to some of the
people we trade with."

Breen was standing by the ticker when Jack entered. It was a busy day in
the Street and values were going up by leaps and bounds. The broker was
not in a good humor; many of his customers were short of the market.

He followed Jack into his private office and faced him.

"Funeral's at one o'clock Sunday, I see," he said in a sharp voice, as
if he resented the incident. "Your aunt and I will be out on the noon
train. She got back this morning, pretty well bunged up. Killed himself,
didn't he?"

"That is not the doctor's opinion, sir, and he was with him when he
died."

"Well, it looks that way to me. He's busted--and all balled up in the
Street. If you know anybody who will take the lease off Corinne's hands,
let me know. She and the baby are coming to live with us."

Jack replied that he would make it his business to do so, with pleasure,
and after giving his uncle the details of Garry's death he finally
arrived at the tangled condition of his affairs.

Breen promptly interrupted him.

"Yes, so Corinne told me. She was in here one day last week and wanted
to borrow ten thousand dollars. I told her it didn't grow on trees.
Suppose I had given it to her? W