nd America last week, and brought
such a lot of funny presents for every one. He had a lot for you, but he
has given them to me instead as you are not here. He calls me his pretty
little sunbeam, and says I must always live with him.

I sighed to myself as I read this. Uncle Jay-Jay had said much the same
to me, and where was I now? My thoughts were ever turning to the people
and old place I love so well, but Gertie's letters showed me that I was
utterly forgotten and unmissed.

Gertie left us in October 1897, and it was somewhere about January 1898
that all the letters from Caddagat were full to overflowing with the
wonderful news of Harold Beecham's reinstatement at Five-Bob Downs, under
the same conditions as he had held sway there in my day.

From grannie's letters I learnt that some old sweetheart of Harold's
father had bequeathed untold wealth to this her lost love's son. The
wealth was in bonds and stocks principally, and though it would be some
time ere Harold was actually in possession of it, yet he had no
difficulty in getting advancements to any amount, and had immediately
repurchased Five-Bob.

I had never dreamed of such a possibility. True, I had often said were
Harold a character in fiction instead of real life, some relative would
die opportunely and set him up in his former position, but, here, this
utterly unanticipated contingency had arisen in a manner which would
affect my own life, and what were my feelings regarding the matter?

I think I was not fully aware of the extent of my lack of wifely love for
Harold Beecham, until experiencing the sense of relief which stole over
me on holding in my hand the announcement of his return to the smile of
fortune.

He was rich; he would not need me now; my obligation to him ceased to
exist; I was free. He would no longer wish to be hampered with me. He
could take his choice of beauty and worth; he might even purchase a
princess did his ambition point that way.

One of Gertie's letters ran:

That Mr Beecham you used to tell me so much about has come back to live
at Five-Bob. He has brought his aunts back. Every one went to welcome
them, and there was a great fuss. Aunt Helen says he (Mr B.) is very
conservative; he has everything just as it used to be. I believe he is
richer than ever. Every one is laughing about his luck. He was here twice
last week, and has just left this evening. He is very quiet. I don't know
how you thought him so wonderful. I