"Except one cousin, you know," said "Cobbler" Horn. "You mean Uncle Ira's scapegrace, Jack. But no one knows where he is. He may be dead for all we know." Somehow Miss Jemima did not seem to desire that there should be any other relatives of her uncle to the front, just now, but her brother and herself. "If Jack is dead," said "Cobbler" Horn, "there will be no more to say. But if he is alive, he must have his share of uncle's money; and I have left it with the legal gentlemen to find him if they can." "Thomas," protested Miss Jemima, "do you think it would be right to hand over uncle's hard-earned money to that poor wastrel?" "His right to the money, Jemima, is as good as ours." "Perhaps so; but I feel convinced that uncle would not have wished for any part of his money to go to Jack. It would be like flinging it into the sea." "Yes; but that cuts both ways, Jemima. Uncle would never have willed his money to me, any more than to Jack. But God has given it to me, and I mean to use it in the way of which I believe He will approve." "And that is not all," he hastily resumed. "I have another relative;" and he directed a look of loving significance towards his sister's face. "Do you think that, if I admit the claim of our poor scapegrace cousin to a share of our uncle's money, I shall overlook the right of the dear sister who has been my stay and comfort all these sorrowing years?" "But--but----" began Miss Jemima, in bewildered tones. "Yes, you are to have your share too, Jemima." "But, brother I don't desire it. If you have the money, it's all the same as though I had it myself." With all her severity, there was not an atom of selfishness in Miss Jemima Horn. "It's all arranged," was her brother's reply. "I instructed the lawyers to divide the property into three equal portions." Miss Jemima, supposing that an arrangement with the lawyers was like the laws of the Medes and Persians, which "altered not," felt compelled to submit; but it was with the understanding that her brother took entire management of her portion of the money, as well as his own. There was little further talk between "Cobbler" Horn and his sister that evening. Their early bed-time had arrived; and "Cobbler" Horn, having read a chapter in the Bible, offered a fervent prayer, in which he asked earnestly that his sister and himself might receive grace to use rightly the great wealth which had been entrusted to their charge. "If we should prove unfaithful, Lord," he said, "take it from us as suddenly as Thou hast given it." "Oh, brother," cried Miss Jemima, as they were going up to bed, "some letters came for you this morning." "Cobbler" Horn took the four or five letters, which his sister was holding out to him, with a bewildered air. "Are they really for me?" he asked. "Small doubt of that," said Miss Jemima.