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like some one who would run a cigar store successfully. He watched

Jennie wiping her red eyes, and then he said to himself again, "Well, there is something to her." The woman's emotion was so deep, so real. "There's no explaining a good woman," he said to himself.

On the way home, through the wind-swept, dusty streets, he talked of life in general, Bass and Vesta being present. "Jennie takes things too

seriously," he said. "She's inclined to be morbid. Life isn't as bad as she makes out with her sensitive feelings. We all have our troubles, and we all have to stand them, some more, some less. We can't assume that any one

is so much better or worse off than any one else. We all have our share of troubles."

"I can't help it," said Jennie. "I feel so sorry for some people."

"Jennie always was a little gloomy," put in Bass. He was thinking what a fine figure of a man Lester was, how beautifully they lived, how Jennie

had come up in the world. He was thinking that there must be a lot more

to her than he had originally thought. Life surely did turn out queer. At one time he thought Jennie was a hopeless failure and no good.

"You ought to try to steel yourself to take things as they come without going to pieces this way," said Lester finally.

Bass thought so too.

Jennie stared thoughtfully out of the carriage window. There was the old

house now, large and silent without Gerhardt. Just think, she would never see him any more. They finally turned into the drive and entered the

library. Jeannette, nervous and sympathetic, served tea. Jennie went to

look after various details. She wondered curiously where she would be

when she died.

CHAPTER LII

The fact that Gerhardt was dead made no particular difference to Lester,

except as it affected Jennie. He had liked the old German for his many

sterling qualities, but beyond that he thought nothing of him one way or

the other. He took Jennie to a watering-place for ten days to help her

recover her spirits, and it was soon after this that he decided to tell her just how things stood with him; he would put the problem plainly before

her. It would be easier now, for Jennie had been informed of the

disastrous prospects of the real-estate deal. She was also aware of his

continued interest in Mrs. Gerald. Lester did not hesitate to let Jennie

know that he was on very friendly terms with her. Mrs. Gerald had, at

first, formally requested him to bring Jennie to see her, but she never had called herself, and Jennie understood quite clearly that it was not to be.

Now that her father was dead, she was beginning to wonder what was

going to become of her; she was afraid that Lester might not marry her.

Certainly he showed no signs of intending to do so.

By one of those curious coincidences of thought, Robert also had reached

the conclusion that something should be done. He did not, for one

moment, imagine that he could directly work upon Lester—he did not

care to try—but he did think that some influence might be brought to bear on Jennie. She was probably amenable to reason. If Lester had not

married her already, she must realise full well that he did not intend to do so. Suppose that some responsible third person were to approach her, and

explain how things were, including, of course, the offer of an independent income? Might she not be willing to leave Lester, and end all this trouble?

After all, Lester was his brother, and he ought not to lose his fortune.

Robert had things very much in his own hands now, and could afford to

be generous. He finally decided that Mr. O'Brien, of Knight, Keatley & O'Brien, would be the proper intermediary, for O'Brien was suave, good-natured, and well-meaning, even if he was a lawyer. He might explain to

Jennie very delicately just how the family felt, and how much Lester

stood to lose if he continued to maintain his connection with her. If Lester had married Jennie, O'Brien would find it out. A liberal provision would

be made for her—say fifty or one hundred thousand, or even one hundred

and fifty thousand dollars. He sent for Mr. O'Brien and gave him his

instructions. As one of the executors of Archibald Kane's estate, it was

really the lawyer's duty to look into the matter of Lester's ultimate

decision.

Mr. O'Brien journeyed to Chicago. On reaching the city, he called up

Lester, and found out to his satisfaction that he was out of town for the day. He went out to the house in Hyde Park, and sent in his card to Jennie.

She came downstairs in a few minutes quite unconscious of the import of

his message; he greeted her most blandly.

"This is Mrs. Kane?" he asked, with an interlocutory jerk of his head.

"Yes," replied Jennie.

"I am, as you see by my card, Mr. O'Brien, of Knight, Keatley &

O'Brien," he began. "We are the attorneys and executors of the late Mr.

Kane, your—ah—Mr. Kane's father. You'll think it's rather curious, my

coming to you, but under your husband's father's will there were certain

conditions stipulated which affect you and Mr. Kane very materially.

These provisions are so important that I think you ought to know about

them—that is if Mr. Kane hasn't already told you. I—pardon me—but the

peculiar nature of them makes me conclude that—possibly—he hasn't."

He paused, a very question-mark of a man—every feature of his face an

interrogation.

"I don't quite understand," said Jennie. "I don't know anything about the will. If there's anything that I ought to know, I suppose Mr. Kane will tell me. He hasn't told me anything as yet."

"Ah!" breathed Mr. O'Brien, highly gratified. "Just as I thought. Now, if you will allow me I'll go into the matter briefly. Then you can judge for yourself whether you wish to hear the full particulars. Won't you sit

down?" They had both been standing. Jennie seated herself, and Mr.

O'Brien pulled up a chair near to hers.

"Now to begin," he said. "I need not say to you, of course, that there was considerable opposition on the part of Mr. Kane's father, to this—ah—

union between yourself and his son."

"I know—" Jennie started to say, but checked herself. She was puzzled, disturbed, and a little apprehensive.

"Before Mr. Kane senior died," he went on, "he indicated to your— ah—

to Mr. Lester Kane, that he felt this way. In his will he made certain

conditions governing the distribution of his property which made it rather hard for his son, your—ah—husband, to come into his rightful share.

Ordinarily, he would have inherited one-fourth of the Kane

Manufacturing Company, worth to-day in the neighbourhood of a million

dollars, perhaps more; also one-fourth of the other properties, which now aggregate something like five hundred thousand dollars. I believe Mr.

Kane senior was really very anxious that his son should inherit this

property. But owing to the conditions which your—ah—which Mr.

Kane's father made, Mr. Lester Kane cannot possibly obtain his share,

except by complying with a—with a—certain wish which his father had

expressed."

Mr. O'Brien paused, his eyes moving back and forth sidewise in their

sockets. In spite of the natural prejudice of the situation, he was

considerably impressed with Jennie's pleasing appearance. He could see

quite plainly why Lester might cling to her in the face of all opposition.

He continued to study her furtively as he sat there waiting for her to