Her hand shook as she opened it and the tears gathered in her eyes.

Then she gave Thirlwell the paper.
"Will you read it for me?
I can't see very well." The paper was spotted with mildew, torn at the bottom, and cut at the folds, but holding it carefully, he read-- "_The Agatha Mine_; frontage on the lode staked by Gordon Strange." Compass bearings, calculated distances, and landmarks were given next, and then the writing stopped an inch or two from the bottom of the sheet.
"Your father found the lode," Thirlwell said, very quietly.
Agatha looked up with a curious smile.

"Yes; I feel as if he had _sent_ me this.

I have come into my inheritance and it is easier than I thought!" She paused and added: "Once or twice I was afraid and nearly let it go.".