“No; but almost. So, then, Mr. Appleby did this pardon trick to get even with father, and I think it turned out more serious than he anticipated. For mother took up the feud, and she got lawyers and all that and arranged to have the house built on the line between the states!” “Was the estate she inherited on both sides of the line?” “Oh, no; but it was near the southern border of Massachusetts, and she bought enough adjoining land to make the arrangement possible.” “Then the house isn’t on the ground she inherited?” “Not quite, but the lawyers decided it so that she really complies with the terms of the will, so it’s all right.” “Was your mother the only heir?” “So far as we can find out. I believe there was another branch of the family, but we haven’t been able to trace it, so as the years go by, we feel more and more confident there’s no other heir. Of course, should one turn up, his claim would be recognized.” Further talk quickly convinced Keefe that there was no hope of persuading Maida Wheeler to influence or advise her father in any direction other than his idea of right. No amount of urging or arguing would make Wheeler see his duty other than he now saw it, or make Maida endeavor to change his views. With a sigh over his failure, Keefe deftly turned the talk in other channels, and then they strolled back to the house. As was to be expected, Genevieve had made no progress with her part of the plan. Her talk with Mr. Wheeler had availed nothing. He was courteous and kind; he was amused at her gay, merry little ways; he politely answered her questions, both serious and flippant, but absolutely nothing came of it all. Samuel Appleby had a short but straightforward conversation with Mrs. Wheeler. “Now, Sara,” he said, “remember I’m your old friend as well as your relative.” “I don’t call you a relative,” she returned, calmly. “A family connection, then; I don’t care what you call it. And I’m going to speak right out, for I know better than to try sophistries. If you can get Dan to play my game regarding my son’s campaign, I’ll see that Dan gets full pardon, and at once. Then Maida can marry young Allen and you can all go to Boston to live.” “Sam Appleby, I’d rather never see Boston again, never have Dan see it, than to have him agree to endorse principles that he does not believe! And Dan feels the same way about it.” “But don’t you consider your daughter? Will you condemn Maida to a broken-hearted life——?” “Maida must decide for herself. I think Jeffrey Allen will yet persuade her to leave her father. She is devoted to Dan, but she is deeply in love with Jeff and it’s only natural she should go with him. Any other girl would do so without a second thought. Maida is unusual, but I doubt if she can hold out much longer against her lover’s pleading.” “I think she will. Maida has your own unbreakable will.” “So be it, then. The child must choose for herself. But it doesn’t alter the stand Dan and I have taken.”