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If you do not choose to take my
offer, I shall do nothing for you, and Bessie will be a fool to marry
one who does not care enough for her to be willing to work and support
her. I have no intention of making her my heir. My will is made, and I
do not often change my mind. Still, I have a fancy for the girl--have
always had a fancy for her, and if you bring her to me on the terms I
offer, you will never be sorry."
This last Miss Betsey wrote because of the desire which kept growing in
her heart as once it had before, to look again in Bessie's face, to hear
her voice, to feel the touch of her hands; and in short, to have some
one to love and be interested in, as something told her she could be
interested in and love Bessie McPherson.
The letter was sent to Neil, and the same mail took another to a
well-known banking house in London with which Miss McPherson had
business relations. To this house she gave instructions that the sum of
one hundred pounds should at once be forwarded to Archibald McPherson,
who was not on any account to know from whom the money came.


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