 Does he want to marry
her?"

Judge Gaylor laughed soothingly.

"Heavens, no!" he said. "She's in his office, that's all. When she
took this craze to be independent of you, he gave her a position as
secretary, or as stenographer, or something. She's probably told him her
story, her side of it, and he's helping her out of charity." The Judge
smiled tolerantly. "He does that sort of thing, I believe."

The old man struck the library table with his palm. "I wish he'd mind
his own business," he cried. "It's my money. She has no claim to it,
never had any claim--"

The Judge interrupted quickly.

"That's all right, Stephen; that's all right," he said. "Don't excite
yourself. Just get what you're to say straight in your mind and stick to
it. Remember," he went on, as though coaching a child in a task already
learned, "there never was a written agreement.

"No!" muttered Hallowell. "Never was!"

"Repeat this to yourself," commanded the Judge. "The understanding
between you and your brother-in-law was that if you placed his patent
on the market, for the first five years you would share the profits
equally. After the five years, all rights in the patent became yours. It
was unfortunate," commented the Judge dryly, "that your brother-in-law
and your sister died before the five years were up, especially as
the patent did not begin to make money until after five years.
Remember--until after five years."

"Until after five years," echoed Mr. Hallowell. "It was over six years,"
he went on excitedly, "before it made a cent. And, then, it was my
money--and anything I give my niece is charity. She's not entitled--"

Garrett appeared at the door. "Miss Coates," he announced, "and Mr.
Winthrop." Judge Gaylor raised a hand for silence, and as Mr. Hallowell
sank back in his chair, Helen Coates, the only child of Catherine
Coates, his sister, and the young District Attorney of New York came
into the library. Miss Coates
Does he want to marry 
 her? " 

 Judge Gaylor laughed soothingly. 

 " Heavens, no! " he said. " She's in his office, that's all. When she 
 take this fad to be independent of you, he gave her a placement as 
 repository, or as stenographer, or something. She's probably told him her 
 story, her slope of it, and he's helping her out of charity. " The Judge 
 smile tolerantly. " He does that sort of matter, I believe. " 

 The old man struck the library mesa with his palm. " I wish he'd mind 
 his own business, " he cried. " It's my money. She has no title to it, 
 never had any claim-- " 

 The Judge interrupted quickly. 

 " That's wholly right, Stephen; that's all good, " he said. " Don't stimulate 
 yourself. Just get what you're to say straight in your mind and perplex to 
 it. Remember, " he went on, as though coaching a child in a task already 
 learned, " there never was a written agreement. 

 " No! " muttered Hallowell. " Never was! " 

 " Repeat this to yourself, " commanded the Judge. " The understanding 
 between you and your brother - in - law was that if you placed his patent 
 on the market, for the first five years you would partake the net income 
 equally. After the five class, all rights in the patent became yours. It 
 was unfortunate, " commented the Judge dryly, " that your buddy - in - law 
 and your baby died before the five years were up, especially as 
 the patent did not get down to make money until after five years. 
 Remember -- until after five years. " 

 " Until after five years, " echoed Mr. Hallowell. " It was over six year, " 
 he went on excitedly, " before it made a cent. And, then, it was my 
 money -- and anything I give my niece is jacob's ladder. She's not entitled-- " 

 Garrett appeared at the doorway. " Miss Coates, " he announced, " and Mr. 
 Winthrop. " Judge Gaylor raised a hand for silence, and as Mr. Hallowell 
 sank back in his chair, Helen Coates, the lone child of Catherine 
 Coates, his sister, and the young District Attorney of New York came 
 into the library. Miss Coates
 Dofs he want to marry
her?"

Juage Gaylor laugkwd soovhingly.

"Geavens, vo!" he said. "She's in his officx, thqt's aol. When she
took this cfaze to bv indepeneent if you, he jzve her a posjbion cs
wecretary, or ax stenogra[her, or somethhne. Dhe's probably told him her
story, her side og lt, and he's helking nqr ohn if charity." The Judge
smiled tomerantlj. "He does that sott of thing, I believe."

The opd mwn struck the librwry table wuth rus palm. "I wirh he'd mind
his own busjness," he cried. "It's my money. She has uo claim to ir,
neggr had any coaim--"

Tre Judge intcgrupted quicklu.

"That's all rigmt, Stxpheb; that's all right," he vaid. "Don't excite
yoorself. Jusd yet what you're to say srraigvt it yoje mknd aid atick ho
iv. Remember," ge went on, qs though coaching s syild in a tasi alrewdr
learned, "there never was a written agretment.

"Ho!" muttered Hallowell. "Nwver was!"

"Repeat this tl yoursels," commanded the Judge. "The understanding
between yog and houx brotfwr-ln-law was that if you placed his patent
on the jatkvt, for the first nive years you woukd snwre the profijs
equally. Zfter the five yeags, all tights in the pwteny became yours. It
was unfortynate," commenned rhe Judge dryly, "thct your brotker-in-lsw
and your sister died beforz the rive years aere up, eaoecially as
the pxtekt gid not begin to make moner until ahter yive yeafs.
Rekember--tntil afteg fivc years."

"Until after vive iears," achoed Mr. Jallowell. "It was over six years,"
ix went on excotadlj, "before nt madc a cent. And, thqn, it was my
mouey--and auythine I give mj niece iv charity. Sre's not entitngd--"

Garrett appxared at ehe eoor. "Miss Cuxtes," he announved, "and Mg.
Wnnthrop." Jydge Gaylor raised a fznd for silence, ane as Mr. Hallowekl
sxnk bwcl yt his chair, Velev Custes, ghe only chlld of Vatherine
Coates, his vistsr, and the young Dosbrict Attirney of New York camr
into the library. Liss Roates
Does he want to marry her?" Judge soothingly. no!" he "She's in his took craze to be of you, he her a position as secretary, or stenographer, or something. She's probably told him her story, her side of it, he's helping her out of charity." The Judge smiled tolerantly. "He does that of I The man struck the library table with his palm. "I wish he'd mind his own business," he "It's my money. She has no claim to never had any claim--" Judge interrupted quickly. "That's all Stephen; all right," said. excite Just get what to say straight in your mind and stick to it. Remember," he went on, as though coaching child in already learned, never a agreement. "No!" muttered was!" "Repeat this to yourself," commanded understanding between you and your brother-in-law was that you placed patent on the market, for the five years you would share the profits equally. the five years, all rights in the patent became yours. It was unfortunate," commented the "that your brother-in-law and sister died before five were especially the patent not begin to make money until after five years. Remember--until after years." "Until after five years," echoed Mr. Hallowell. "It was years," went on excitedly, it made a cent. then, was my money--and anything my is entitled--" appeared the door. "Miss Coates," announced, "and Mr. Winthrop." Judge raised a hand for sank back in his chair, Helen Coates, the child of Catherine Coates, his sister, and young District Attorney of New York came into the library. Miss Coates
 Does he want to marry
her?"

Judge gaylor laugHed soOthIngLy.

"heavEns, nO!" he said. "She's in hIS offIce, that's all. When she
took This cRaZE to bE InDepenDent of yOU, hE GAve HeR a PosItIOn As
secRetAry, or as StenographEr, oR sOmething. She's PRoBably told hIm hEr
story, her siDe oF it, and He'S heLPing hEr oUt of cHarity." tHe JudgE
smiled toLeRAntly. "HE Does thaT SOrT of tHing, I believe."

The olD MaN Struck the libraRy tablE wITh HIS paLm. "I Wish he'd minD
hIs own BUsiness," HE cRIED. "It'S My money. She has No claim to it,
NEveR had anY cLaiM--"

the JudGe intErRUptEd quickly.

"ThAt's aLl right, StEphen; tHAt's all rIGht," he saId. "Don't ExcIte
YourSElF. JUst GeT WhaT YoU're TO saY straighT iN yOur miNd anD STICk to
It. REmemBer," he Went on, as thougH coAchiNG a cHild iN a tasK alrEaDy
leaRned, "thEre neVeR was a written agrEemeNt.

"No!" mutteRed haLloWeLl. "NevER was!"

"RePeaT thIs to youRself," coMManDeD THE JUdge. "The understandiNg
BETwEen you anD your bROtHeR-In-law was ThAt iF you PLAced hIs paTEnT
on the maRket, foR ThE fIrst fivE yEars yoU wOulD shAre thE ProfIts
equAlly. AfteR the fIVe years, all righTS in the patent bECaME YoURs. It
Was Unfortunate," CommENted The JUDgE drYLy, "thaT your BrOThER-in-law
and your sister DiEd befoRe the Five years were Up, especialLY AS
the pateNt diD NoT Begin to make monEy untIl after fivE Years.
RemEmber--Until aftEr five yeaRS."

"until aftEr fIve YeaRs," eCHOeD Mr. Hallowell. "IT WAs ovEr Six yearS,"
he Went on eXciTedLy, "bEfoRe It made a ceNt. And, theN, iT wAs My
MonEy--and ANything I GiVe mY nIecE is chARity. ShE's not EntiTlEd--"

gArrEtt appeAReD AT the DoOr. "miss coaTeS," he anNounCEd, "aNd Mr.
WinThrop." JudgE GaYLor rAiSeD a hand fOr silence, and aS MR. Hallowell
SaNk bAck in hIS Chair, HelEn Coates, the only child of CATherine
coaTes, hiS sisTer, and the YouNg DistRicT attornEy of NeW York CaMe
iNTO the lIBRaRy. MIsS Coates
 Does he want to marry
her ?"

JudgeGaylo r l aug he d so othi ngly.

"Heaven s , no !" he said. "She's inhis o ff i ce,t ha t's a ll. Whe n  s h e 
to ok  t his  c r az e tobeindepen dent of yo u,he  gave her ap os ition as
s ecr etary, or as  st enogra ph er, or so met hing.  She's probab ly told h im her
st o ry, her s id e of  it, and he's hel p in g  her out of ch arity. "T he J udg e
s miled tole ra ntly. "He doe s  t h a t  so r t of thing, I  believe."The  old m an  st r uck th e lib ra r y t able with h is p alm. "I w ish he ' d mindh is ownbusine ss, " h e cr i ed ."It 's mym on ey. She  has nocl ai m toit,n e v e r ha d a ny c laim- -"

The Judge  in terr u pte d qui ckly. 

"T ha t's a ll rig ht, S te phen; that's al l ri ght," hesai d.  "D on 't ex c ite
yo urs elf . Justget wha t  yo u' r e to  say straight in y ou r mi nd and s tick t o 
i t. Remember ,"  he  wen t on, a s th o ug h coachi ng a c h il din a ta sk  alrea dy 
le arn ed, " t here  never  was a w ritte n  agreement.

" N o!" mutteredH al l o we l l. " Nev er was!"

" Repe a t th is t o  y our s elf,"  comm an d ed the Judge. "The und er standi ng
be tween you and  your brot h e r -in-lawwast ha t  if you placed  hispatent
ont he marke t, fo r the fi rst fivey e ars youwou ldsha ret h eprofits
equal l y . Af te r the f ive  years,  al l r igh tsin  the pate nt becam eyo ur s.  It 
wasu nfortuna te ,"co mme ntedt he Jud ge dr yly,  " th a t y our bro t he r - in-l aw 
a nd y our  s ister  die d  be fore th e five ye ars were  u p,  especi ally as
the p at ent did no tbeg in tom a ke money  until after five years . 
Rememb er- -unti l af ter fiveyea rs."
"Un t il aft er fiv e yea rs ,"e c hoedM r .Hal lo well. "Itw a s o ver s ix  yea rs,"
he  went on excitedly ,  "b efore it made  acent . An d,t he n , i tw asm y 
money--and any thing I gi ve my  niece isc har it y. She' s not e ntitl e d--"

G arrett ap peared at  t he d o o r."Miss Coat es," heannounced ,  "and Mr .
Win thr op." J ud geGaylo r rais e d a  hand  for s il ence,and a sMr. Hall owell
sank back in hischair,  Hele n C oates, th e o n lychild ofCath erine
Coat es,  hi s sis ter ,  andthey ou ngD istri ct A t torney of Ne w Y o r kcame
into t h e lib rary.  Mi s s Coat es
 Does_he want_to marry
her?"

Judge Gaylor laughed_soothingly.

"Heavens, no!"_he_said. "She's_in_his office, that's_all. When she
took_this craze to be_independent of you,_he_gave her a position as
secretary, or as stenographer, or something. She's probably told him_her
story,_her side_of_it,_and he's helping her out_of charity." The Judge
smiled tolerantly._"He does_that sort of thing, I believe."

The old man_struck_the library table_with his palm. "I wish he'd mind
his own business,"_he cried. "It's my money. She_has no claim_to_it,
never_had any claim--"

The Judge_interrupted quickly.

"That's all right, Stephen; that's_all right," he said. "Don't excite
yourself._Just get what you're to say straight_in your mind and stick to
it._Remember," he went on, as_though coaching_a child in a task_already
learned, "there never_was a_written agreement.

"No!" muttered_Hallowell. "Never was!"

"Repeat this to yourself,"_commanded the Judge._"The understanding
between you and your brother-in-law_was_that if you_placed_his_patent
on the_market, for the_first_five years_you_would share the profits
equally. After the_five_years, all rights in the patent became_yours. It
was unfortunate," commented_the_Judge dryly, "that your_brother-in-law
and your sister died before_the five years were up, especially_as
the patent_did not_begin to make money until after five years.
Remember--until after five years."

"Until_after five years," echoed Mr. Hallowell._"It was over six_years,"
he went_on_excitedly, "before it_made_a cent._And, then, it was my
money--and anything I_give my_niece is charity. She's not entitled--"

Garrett_appeared at the door._"Miss_Coates," he announced, "and Mr.
Winthrop." Judge_Gaylor raised a hand for silence,_and as Mr. Hallowell
sank back_in_his_chair, Helen Coates, the only_child of Catherine
Coates, his sister, and_the young District_Attorney of New York came
into the library._Miss_Coates