And there ain't goin' to be any college foundin' and endowin' and trusteein', nor God-knows-what to keep my property alive when I'm gone! Edith'll be back, and she'll get a girl's share when she's through with that cigarette, but--" "By the way," interposed Gurney, "didn't Mrs.Sheridan tell me that Bibbs warned you Edith would marry Lamhorn in New York ?" Sheridan went completely to pieces: he swore, while his wife screamed and stopped her ears.

And as he swore he pounded the table with his wounded hand, and when the doctor, after storming at him ineffectively, sprang to catch and protect that hand, Sheridan wrenched it away, tearing the bandage.

He hammered the table till it leaped.
"Fool!" he panted, choking.

"If he's shown gumption enough to guess right the first time in his life, it's enough for me to begin learnin' him on!" And, struggling with the doctor, he leaned toward Bibbs, thrusting forward his convulsed face, which was deathly pale.

"My name ain't Tracy, I tell you!" he screamed, hoarsely.