I never went home when
I was drunk. I deserted them and left them to suffer. I don't think she
would object, do you?"
Quincy divined his thoughts and answered, "No, I do not, Uncle."
"If you will do it, Quincy," said Uncle Jim, "I shall die a happy man.
Buy a little lot and put me beside Eunice and the children. Don't put my
name on the stone, put her name and those of the children. That will
please me best. She will know I am there, but others will not."
"It shall be done as you say, Uncle," said Quincy. "I will be here early
to-morrow morning and I shall come every day to see you. Good-by."
He touched his uncle's hand again softly and left the room. Uncle Jim,
with a smile upon his wasted face, fell asleep.
Quincy drove leisurely towards Mason's Corner. It was more than
twenty-four hours since he had learned who was to be Mrs. Putnam's
heiress. He had made a promise. Should he keep it? How could he avoid
keeping it? He would see Miss Putnam and be governed by circumstances.
He reached the Putnam house and was shown into the same room as on the
morning before.
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