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98 Edina. Rews with him. Careless and sanguine-natured though he was, he could not shut his eyes to the dark future. It was not only the loss of the estate. That would have been bad enough, in all conscience ;- but there was also the money the Major had spent. The ready money that had been lying at Eagles’ Nest and at her bankers at the time of Mrs. Atkinson’s death : and also this past year’s revenues from the estate. The Major had spent it all: and for this he was now accountable to George Atkinson ; he could be legally called upon to refund it. <A sus- picious fear crossed Frank that he would be so called upon: a hard man, as he was now judging George Atkinson to be—perhaps without just cause—would most likely exact his full rights, no matter what misery and ruin devolved in consequence on others. In Frank Raynor's chivalrous good nature, he was thinking that George Atkinson, already a wealthy man, might have refused to take Eagles’ Nest, and left the Major in peaceable possession of it. Perhaps very few men would agree with him : as the old lawyer said, a will was a will This much. was certain: that, no matter how large a sum the law might claim from Major Raynor, he had not a shilling to meet it with. Would they confiscate ‘his annuity until it was paid—that five hundred a year ; which was all he and his children would now have to fall back upon? “I wish with all my heart I had a good home for them, and a good practice to keep it up!” concluded Frank. Poor Major Raynor! He was never to be subjected to this trouble , or to any other trouble in this world. It was past six when Frank got back to Eagles’ Nest, and he found his uncle dying. The attack that was dreaded had seized on him about an hour before : just twelve hours after the first threatening in the morning ; and there was little, if any, hope. “‘Oh, my dear,” gasped Mrs. Raynor in her pitiable distress, letting her head fall on Frank’s shoulder, as her tears rained down, “it is so sudden! If he could but recover consciousness, and speak to us!” “ Aunt,” he said, his own eyes misty, “don’t you think we had better send for Edina? She would be a comfort to you.” “Edina!” was the sobbing answer. “My dear, she was telegraphed for this morning. Lamb went to the station just after you left. I know she would come off at once: she is on her way now. I could never bear up under this trouble without Edina.” «But she does not know of the worse trouble,” thought Frank, look- ing on Mrs. Raynor with misty eyes. “It must be broken to her by Edina.” comicbooks.com