The old man looked into his physician’s eyes, and remembered that Tom Cooper had asked that same question. “As sure as a man can be who has to confide his affairs to a third party.” “And that party your nephew?” “Yes.” “Would you think me impertinent, my dear Mr. Benson, if I should say that I believe your daughter has never received your letters, and another thing I would ask you: How have you made your will?” “In my nephew’s favor.” “And do you think that right to your daughter? What if she never received your letters, or if she had died and left a child?” “She had a little baby, I know,” sadly replied the old man. “Then it seems a shame that while you have an own child that you should not at least have her provided for. Think of it, she may be in distress and not know that you have wanted her.” The old man started up in bed and held out his feeble hand and said: “Doctor, will you help me? Oh, I beg of you to make it possible for my child to again look into my face, and I shall bless you forever.” “Then, one thing,” gravely replied the physician, “is that you should make another will immediately, and you should keep the fact from your nephew until after it is over.” “Will you send for my lawyer now?” tremblingly asked the rich man. “I want you to witness my will, and swear that I am in my right mind.” So the telephone was brought into use, and the family lawyer was hurried into the mansion, and for some hours the three men were closeted together, and a servant was brought into the room to witness the will. They were still there when George Benson came home. He heard that the doctor was still with his uncle, but no one said anything about a lawyer. “I’ll wait down here until he comes down,” muttered the young man to himself. “I hate to hear uncle complain of his aches and pains, and he is such a bore. I shall be glad when he is dead.” But he knew not that in that upper chamber a deed was being enacted which would place him upon the pauper list as far as money was concerned. “I wish you would stay here with me,” said the rich man to the lawyer, “until my nephew returns, and tell him of the change in my will, and I do not think he will mind it much, for he always pretended to care a great deal for his cousin.” The lawyer smiled sarcastically and answered. “I shall not leave you, Mr. Benson, and what shall I do with this old will?” “Give it to me,” responded the rich man, and he took the document in his fingers, and having split it in two asked that it should be burned before his eyes. After accomplishing this the lawyer sat down and waited, and in the meantime the doctor met the nephew in the hall, and, shaking hands, replied that the invalid was somewhat better. “He wants to be kept quiet, that is all,” replied the doctor. “He can have all the quiet he wants, for all of me,” responded the young man with a shrug of his shoulders; “I am not in love with the air of a sick chamber.”