But this is anticipating. On the evening of the day when Frisco appeared, Stephen announced to the assembled Biffs that Dr. Herrick intended to accept half the income of the wicked Colonel with the permission of Bess. Jim was on his feet at once. "Come," he cried, very red, "I intend to do nothing of the sort. What rubbish are you talking, Steve."
"I only ask Bess to read this paper," said Stephen and gave Bess the incomplete will.
"Ah! true," replied Herrick, "it is only fair that she should decide for herself. But I'll have no part in the matter."
"The Colonel going to leave his money to me," cried Bess, "well I never heard such nonsense Stephen. As if I would take a penny from you, or Ida."
"I told you so," cried Dr. Jim triumphantly, "I knew Bess would think the same as I. Hurrah! Bess, kiss me."
"Is this a proper will, Steve?" asked Ida looking at the paper.
"No. Frisco brought it here to-day to cause trouble. But as you see there are no witnesses, so it is not valid."
"And yet you want to offer me half the money."
"Take it, Bess," cried Ida, "I am sure Stephen and I can live well on four thousand a year."
"I won't," said Bess, "these were the Colonel's intentions--very kind I'm sure. But even if the will were legal I should not accept. Jim, am I not right?"