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look of my little niece; I had seen her, at
a distance, with her mother. And then, we
didn't need the money, my boy and I!
Had enough of our own; Trefifrey Graham
may be a terror, but he isn't a failure--financially!"

No--not by a long shot! said the
flame of the pigeon-blood ruby upon the
pale little finger, now curling significantly
in air,--the gem whose fire in this wild
spot seemed as erratic as his own, seeing
that none but a zany would have worn
it here.

"So--so I told old Cartwright this
morning that I stepped out of that strung-out
will," a smile curled the pallid lips
now; "that I authorized him to make
preparations, at once, for the turning
over of the remainder of my brother's
wealth, in his name and mine, to the
University of our native city, to be used
for the furtherance of Professor Lorry's
won-der-ful invention for r-reaching inde-finite
heights."


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