As Lelia had guessed, the kindly old lady had left liberal legacies to all her old servants who were worthy, and to all who should be in her employ at the time of her death. Several poor cousins in a distant city were remembered with bequests of a thousand dollars each, whereat Lelia frowned as at something unexpected and undesirable. Miss Willoughby remembered her lawyer and her minister generously, and did not forget her physician, either; so that Lelia thought spitefully: “He will certainly come to the cats next!” But the next was her brother, General Willoughby, to whom, in token of her sisterly love, she left thirty thousand dollars. Lelia thought: “A big slice out of my share, but I will get it all in the end!” To the widow of her deceased cousin, Colonel Ritchie, she gave the sum of twenty thousand dollars. This was liberal, and caused no protest in Lelia’s mind. She was glad for dear mama to get it. Then she straightened herself with an eager air, for she and Laurie were certain to come next. The lawyer read on, monotonously: “I appoint my beloved nephew, Laurie Willoughby, my administrator, and devise to him a legacy of seventy-five thousand dollars.” Lelia’s blue eyes flashed with rapacious joy as she murmured to herself: “Only seventy-five thousand to Laurie! Then I shall be the heiress, after all! There must be a half-million left after all these legacies! I am almost sorry now I married Laurie. I might have gotten a title with so much money!” And she crested her golden head as proudly as if it already wore a coronet, while Lawyer Gilmer read on: “To my cousin, Lelia Ritchie, the amount of twenty-five thousand dollars!” “Ah-h!” Lelia gasped faintly like one dying, and listened with a sinking heart for the bequest to found a hospital or an asylum, while the monotonous voice continued: “By reason of the love I bear her, for the dutiful, daughterly conduct to me, her sweet womanliness, her bravery by which she saved the lives of two of my dearest relatives, and by reason of my sympathy in her lonely state, I hereby bequeath my remaining estate, consisting of The Crags, with a hundred acres surrounding, together with money in bank, coal-mines and various stocks and bonds, to the person dearest to me in the world--my protégée, Gipsy Darke!” CHAPTER XXX. STARTLING NEWS. In her dying hour Lelia could never be more ghastly than when that startling name fell from the lawyer’s lips: “Gipsy Darke!” Her face became ashen white, a dull film glazed over the brightness of her large, blue eyes, her head sank back against her chair, her heart throbbed with a fierce resentment and sense of loss that nearly split it in twain. But in the general consternation her angry agitation passed almost unnoticed. The general was sputtering with surprise and indignation, Mrs. Ritchie burst into hysterical sobs and cries, Lelia moaned dismally, and Laurie alone remained silent, quite as surprised as any, but not so angry.