"Second. To my cousin, Thomas Marsh of Newark, N. J., I bequeath the sum of _Two Thousand dollars_ to belong to him and his heirs absolutely and forever. "Third. To my cousin, the Reverend Peter Marsh of Rahway, N. J., I bequeath the sum of _Two Thousand dollars_ to belong to him and his heirs absolutely and forever. "Fourth. The remainder of my estate, of whatsoever nature, real estate, bonds, stocks, interest in steel properties, etc., etc., which amounts to nearly _Five Million Dollars_, I bequeath to my only bro----" Crash! Bang! In the hall outside there was the sound of shattered glass and the angry slamming of doors. Mr. Cooley stopped reading and, looking up, glared at the others in indignant surprise. This was rank sacrilege! He wondered if he couldn't get some one committed for contempt of court. The cousins, not sure whether they should be satisfied or not with Uncle John's remembrance of them, gazed at each other in consternation. Jimmy, wrathful at this flagrant disregard of his explicit orders, rose to investigate. Outside in the hall could be heard the voice of the new butler raised in loud altercation with someone whose entrance into the library he was trying to prevent. "Get out of my way! I tell you I will go in!" exclaimed an angry voice. "It's Tod!" cried Mrs. Marsh, rising. The library door was flung unceremoniously open and in walked Tod, trying to staunch with his handkerchief the blood which flowed freely from a cut finger. He was somewhat dishevelled after a lively scrimmage with the butler who, not recognizing him as a member of the family, had literally obeyed his master's instructions and attempted to bar the way. It was a poor welcome home, but he was cheery and good natured as ever. Kissing his mother boisterously, he said: "Hallo, _mater_! How are you? Say--that new butler of yours is a bird--tried to keep me from coming in here to see you. Just think of it! So I smashed him against the glass door and cut my finger." Looking around, a broad grin spread over his face. With well acted surprise, he exclaimed: "Why, what's going on here? Looks like a prayer meeting!" Nodding familiarly to the lawyer and Mr. Marsh, he called out: "Hello--Cooley! Hello Jimmy!" James Marsh, his face pale with suppressed irritation, snapped impatiently: "We waited for you all morning. I told the butler to let no one come in. A disturbance of this kind is most annoying." Turning to the lawyer, he added: "Now, Mr. Cooley, will you please continue----" "What are you all doing?" grinned Tod. "Please be quiet, Tod," said his mother, pulling him by the sleeve. "Take a chair and listen. Mr. Cooley is reading the will." "The will?" echoed Tod innocently. "What will?" "John Marsh's will, of course. Really, Tod, what makes you so stupid?"