Under the will the son inherited the farm, and everything on it,--house, furniture, barns, cattle, tools.

Even the money in the bank was his.

A clause in the will provided that the son should give his mother a home during her lifetime.
So here she was, after a life of hard work and loving service, shorn of everything; a pauper, an unpaid servant in the house of another woman,--her son's wife.

Was it true that the law took her home away from her,--the farm that descended to her from her father, the house she had lived in since childhood?
Could nothing, _nothing_ be done?
The aged judge shook his head, sadly.

"You see, Mrs.Grant," he explained, "the farm has never really been yours since your marriage, for then it became by law your husband's property, precisely as if he had bought it.