"
"Will you give me her address?" asked Mr. Minturn. "I should like to tell
her how great I think this."
"I carry a packet for you that came with a bundle of plans this morning,"
said Mr. Haynes. "Perhaps her address is in it. If it isn't, I can't give
it to you, because I haven't it myself. She's not in the city, all her
instructions she sends some one, possibly at her mother's home, and they
are delivered to me. I give my communications to the boy who brings her
orders."
"Then I'll write my note and you give it to him."
"I'm sorry Minturn," said Mr. Haynes, "but I have my orders in the event
you should wish to reach her through me."
"She doesn't wish to hear from me?"
"I'm sorry no end, Mr. Minturn, but----"
"Possibly this contains what I want to know," said Mr. Minturn. "Thank
you, and I congratulate you on your work here. It is humane in the finest
degree."
James Minturn went to his office and opened the packet. It was a complete
accounting of every dollar his wife was worth, this divided exactly into
thirds, one of which she kept, one she transferred to him, and the other
she placed in his care for her sons to be equally divided between them at
his discretion.
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