“Lucky thing for me,” he continued, “that the will was lost! I might have had to work all these years!”
“Well, you got the money!” she concluded, happily. “So it beats me why you want more, when the old man left a hundred thousand dollars!”
Ed frowned impatiently.
“I tell you I haven’t got it, Elsie! Why can’t you believe me?”
“Then how is it that you live in luxury while that kid and her nurse almost starved in that old house?”
“Because a Trust Company still keeps charge of the bonds. They won’t hand ’em over to me till the girl dies, or till the old man’s will is found. But they give me the income, and I’m supposed to let the nurse have some of it to take care of the kid.”
The woman laughed harshly.
“Did you ever give her a cent?”
“Yes. You’d be surprised. I visited the old place two or three times and gave the woman five dollars. Once the kid almost drowned in the Fox River, when I was there.”
“I guess you didn’t do anything to save her!” laughed Mrs. Fishberry.