The crowd swarmed out of the little Baptist church. Miss Betty Bartlett, just turned thirty-eight, hesitated, glanced timidly around among her friends and seeing the slightly stooped form of Bob Plummer joining the throng at the foot of the step, swung hastily in the opposite direction. She looked longingly down the shaded avenue, glanced with a sigh at the finger that had borne an engagement ring for ten long years. A vision came--a vision of herself and Bob Plummer ten years ago when he had place that ring with a kiss on the third finger of her left hand, promising that when he had saved enough he would claim her. But, while the memory lingered in Bob's heart, the long expected ship never arrived. There were wild scenes at the post-office the following day. Old Zeb Winters eyed with much curiosity the long, white envelope that bore the name of a prominent legal firm in the far East. He had it--"Miss Betty's an heiress!" The news spread. Little Miss Williams, waving the envelope above her head, proclaimed the fact broadcast. Bob Plummer listened with wonder. Miss Williams told the glad news. She was followed shortly by Zeb Winters, who soon found an opportunity to declare his matrimonial aspirations. The first visitors in ten years pleased and delighted Miss Betty, but it was not until Bob Plummer, hanging in the outskirts of the little cottage arrived that she was really happy. And Bob finally proposed. Two weeks of domestic bliss followed. Then a second envelope arrived from the legal firm. They opened it together. It read: "Thanks for your prompt reply." No mention of a heritage! Bob was dumbfounded and Betty much surprised at his strange actions. When Bob inquired about the inheritance, Betty was even more surprised. She knew nothing of a legacy. Then it suddenly dawned upon her why Bob had married her and why all these recent visitors. Bob left the house and walked into the garden. When he returned the battle was over. He found a note of farewell from Betty and hurried into the garden, where all accounts were squared. -Moving Picture World, May 4, 1912, p. 454.