“Stay always, if you will.  We owe you everything,” Eloise said to him, when at parting he stood on the platform with his “God bress you, Mas’r Harcourt an’ Miss Amy, an’ Miss t’other one,” until the train was out of sight.

They made the journey by easy stages, for Amy was worn with excitement, and it was a week after leaving Florida when a telegram was received at the Crompton House saying they would arrive that evening.

CHAPTER IX

WHAT HOWARD FOUND

Jack had sent Howard a postal on the road to Florida, and a few lines from Enterprise on the day of their arrival.  Since that time he had been so busy that he had failed to write, thinking he could tell the news so much better, and Howard argued from his silence that the errand had been unsuccessful.  Crompton Place was undoubtedly his, and still he had not been altogether happy in his role as heir.  The servants had been very respectful; people had treated him with deference; trades-people had sought his patronage; subscription papers had poured in upon him from all quarters, and in many ways he was made to feel that he was really Crompton of Crompton, with a prospective income of many thousands.  He had gone over his uncle’s papers, and knew exactly what he was worth, and when his dividends and rents were due.  He was a rich man, unless they found something unexpected in Florida, and he did not believe they would.  It seemed impossible that if there were a marriage it should have been kept secret so long.  “My uncle would certainly have told it at the last and not left a stain on Amy,” he said to himself again and again, and nearly succeeded in making himself believe that he had a right to be where he was,—­his uncle’s heir and head of the house.  Why no provision was made for Amy he could not imagine.  “But it will make no difference,” he said; “I shall provide for her and Eloise.”

At the thought of her his heart gave a great throb, for she was dearer to him than he had supposed.  “I believe I’d give up Crompton if I could win her,” he thought, “but that cannot be; Jack is the lucky fellow,” and then he began to calculate how much he would give Amy out and out.  “She can live here, of course, if she will, but she must have something of her own.  Will twenty thousand be enough, or too much?” he said, and from the sum total of the estate he subtracted twenty thousand dollars, with so large a remainder that he decided to give her that amount in bonds and mortgages, which would cause her as little trouble as possible.  There were some government bonds in a private drawer, through which he had searched for a will.  He would have a look at them and see which were the more desirable for Amy.  He had been through that drawer three or four times, and there was no thought of the will now as he opened it, wondering that it came so hard, as if something were binding on the top or side.  It shut harder, or, rather, it didn’t shut at all, and with a jerk he pulled it out to see what was the matter.  As he did so a folded sheet of foolscap, which had been lodged between the drawer and the side of the desk, fell to the floor.  With a presentiment of the truth Howard took it up and read, “THE LAST WILL AND CONFESSION OF JAMES CROMPTON!”