borne in upon Mr. Hartley Graham, with
life drawing to a close, that he had not
been quite fair to his madcap brother in
youth, and that the latter would some
day return, the disposal of his wealth in
the other direction named--to the University
and for invention--should not
come into effect for at least twelve years
after the opening of that third drawer.

"And so--and so, it's all hung up for
another dozen years--unless Treffrey
Graham comes back to claim the money!
Well! I'm sorry, Professor Lorry; there's
many a slip 'twixt cup and lip," said the
lawyer, laying down the codicil with a
blue look; he was interested in invention,
progressive invention--he had never
thought that the Thunder Bird was a
Quaker gun.

"And so it's all hung up for the next
twelve years," was the baffled cry which
went around the circle, with no single
note of longing for the wanderer's return.

It would not have been very flattering
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