In the Quinn home a hushed silence shadowed the entire household. For Mr. Quinn had died leaving a wife and an only child, a girl of eleven years old, Mary Ellen. These two had been inseparable for the past two days and were now holding a conversation in the living room. Mary Allen broke the silence. "Mother will you have to go to work?" she asked in a strained voice. "No, dear! whoever put that idea into my girl's head?" she asked in a sweet voice. "That horrid, old Mrs. Delan was talking to the woman next door and I heard her say, "The poor woman will have to go to work." Mother can it be true?" "Of course dear, it's not true; your father paid his debts up to the last. He certainly must have left us some money to carry on. I know he did." "You knew he did, oh mother I'm going over and tell Mrs. Delan what you said." "Not now dear, not now. wait awhile, will you please?" This ended the interview, and the mother and daughter made their way to the library, where the family lawyer and relatives were gathered to hear the reading of the last will. The lawyer said, in a tone filled with dignity. "Mr. Quinn made this will while I, myself verified it. I demand silence while the reading is being done. The will concerns everyone in the room." A thrill ran through every person there, even Mrs. Quinn ventured a timid smile, "my husband is surely reaping his revenge." she thought as she thought of what was to happen. ...
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