Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp; Or, The Old Lumberman's Secret

tor this time, honey;

t, quietly chafing her hands in his own hard, warm palms. She pulled hers gently from his clasp and rested them upon his h

moment she smiled brilliantly into the wind-bitten face

e Nan could not wholly stifle the

man. "All the worry, all the poverty, a

er from Scotland contained, and he feared that his wife, who had

began, but her low, s

"God is very good to us. At the very darkest ho

you mean? Exclaimed Mr. Sherwoo

Nan cried, clapping her hands. "Don't

and looked confusedly about for a seat, into which he weakly dropped. Nan

Sherwood!" she

found doubt. Who but a young imaginative girl, like Nan, or a woman with unbounded faith in th

tion of ever seeing a penny that he did not earn himself. "Can it be that any of those

ely, and then read the communication again. It looked all regular. The st

husband's thought. "I know what the matter is with you, Papa

pain at her heart. This awful possibi

t have been very old; and he was probably as saving and canny as any Scotchman who ever w

here was white magic in the very sound of such a sum of money. But he

ten thousand dollars. It's fifty thousand dollars! A pound, either English or Scotch, is almost five of our dol

me!" said

re the better," she said. "Why shouldn't we be

" said Nan eagerly.

mly at that; but his wif

ody needs it m

'll be as rich as Bess Harley's folks. Oh, Momse

during these last weeks of privation and uncertainty. It was Nan's first pra

ending the letter had caused both parents to forget, for the moment, the effect of this

me money is coming to us," Mrs. Sherwood said more quietly. "

ike father," cr

forefinger struck the letter emphatically in his other hand. "This is a very wonderful, a bles

How can we, when t

y, squeezing her excite

ely, "there may be some mistake in the identification of your

ould not he

awyer at present sees. Fifty thousand dollars is a whole lot of m

f them!" wh

'foreign legacy swindle' is worked in many different ways. There may be calls for money, by this man who names himself Andrew Blake, for preliminar

ed Nan. "That's p

will in question, or that codicil relating to your mother's legacy; nor does he offer identification or suret

rcely crowd back the tears. To have one's

nswerable logic," said his wife lightly. "We'll remember all these

he Scotch laws in such a matter as this, if it will be necessary to make a personal appearance before the local courts over there. And perhaps we can find out

to catch a herring," qu

repeated M

ll it is going to amount to? Don't you re

r father gravely. "Such romantic things as th

Nan desperately, "I wish

usband's doubts and fears. To her mind this wonderful turn of fortune's wheel was in direct answer to prayer. Nothing

urmured Nan, "to believe one's

e, honey," sa

erwood, rising, "I will g

no more swee