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August ;'.. TIIK WKAITII MAKI2ILS. THE MYSTERRa'CAB.1 AW CHAPTER IL It was close on 10 o'clock when I awoke next morning. My long tramp of the previous day had tired me more than I thought. Nevertheless I was an noyed at oversleeping myself and aston ished that Francis had not called me earlier. I knew how anxious he was about the proposed meeting with his brother and fancied that his impatience would have drawn him to my room at dawn. Apparently he was less curious concerning the interview than I thought Yet, leaving him out of the question, I ought certainly to have been roused by Strent or his daughter and determined to reprove them for such neglect After all, an inn is an inn, and one has a right to attentions for which one pays. JudarinK from the landlord's looks. I did not think mv bill would err on the side of cheapness. These thoughts passed through my mind as I hastily dressed myself. Open ing the window, I looked out on the marshes golden in the sunshine. A keen wind was blowing from the sea. and the smell of brine struck into the heavy atmosphere of my bedroom. An absolute stillness prevailed both inside and out. I felt as though I had awakened in the spellbound palace of the sleeping beau ty. An inn of all places should be full of bustle and noise, but there was some thing uncanny in the silence which reigned in this marsh locked hostel It hinted trouble, and I felt uneasy. In no very good temper I descended to the dining room, with the intention of apologizing to Francis for my tardy appearance and of rating the landlord for his negligenca To my astonishment, neither Francis nor any one else was to be seen, and the room was in precisely the same condition as on the previous night The fire was unlighted, the table not set out for breakfast; even the win dow blinds were down. For the moment I was sick with apprehension, as it was impossible to conjecture the reason of this neglect and absence of human life. The stillness was as absolute as had pre vailed up stairs, and when I rang the ''tell it echoed through the house as though mocking my efforts to summon landlord, maid or friend. Twice, thrice, I pulled the bellrope without result; then, somewhat un nerved by the silence in which I found myself, went to the back part of the premisea Here the condition of things was the same as in the dining room. The kitchen was empty, nor were there any Bigns of fire or of food. I explored the whole of the ground floor and found nobody. The conclusion foroed itself upon me that Strent and his daughter had left the inn during the night What was the meaning of this sudden flight? What reason could be sufficient ly powerful to force them to vacate the premises? Asking myself these ques tions, I entered room after room, but in none of them did I find any answer. The front door was bolted and barred, the back entrance was in the same con- j dition, and there was no key in either lock. I considered the features of the case and saw that the air was full of mystery, perhaps of but, no; in that lonely house I could not bring myself to utter the terrible word. I knew not what had happened dur ing my sleep, bnt felt certain that some event had taken place. Otherwise there could be no reason for this state of things. Almost against my will I searched the house again, but could dis cover neither Strent nor his daughter Rose, I was alone in the housa But Francis "Francis," said I, repeating my thoughts aloud, "aye, Francis. I won der if he has left the inn also or whether he has overslept himself and is still in J his room. " To make sure I went up j Stairs to his bedroom. Pray observe that , all this time I had not connected these things with crime. It is true I had a I faint suspicion that there might possibly ; be some foul play, but as there was noth-1 ing to confirm such a belief I abandoned , the idea. I declare that when I knocked at the door of Briarfield's room I had no more idea of the horrible truth than the babe unborn. My premonitions pointed to mystery, but not to murder. Yet from the conversation of the previ ous night I might have guessed what had happened. The house was as ac cursed as the palace of the Artidse, and Ate bided on the threshold stone. Not until I had thrice knocked with out receiving any answer did my sus picions begin to form. Then they took shape in an instant I tried the door. It was locked. The ominous silence Btill hinted at unspeakable horrors. My knocking echoed jarringly through the stillness. At that moment there flashed before my eyes the picture of two fig ures flying across a red horizon against which blackened the beams of a gal lows. It was the shadow of the future. I knocked, I called his name, and finally in desperation at the continued silence set my shoulder against the crazy door. It yielded with a tearing sound, and I entered the room amid a cloud of fine dust He was lying on the bed stiff and cold. I had no need to call, to touch his shoul der, to place my hand on his heart He was dead. With the clothes drawn up smoothly to his chin lay the man with whom I had conversed the previous night The right arm lay outside the counterpane. On the hand glistened a pearl ring. I looked at that bauble. I glanced at the waxen face. The matter was beyond all doubt Francis Briar field was dead. k"" . 1"V ETC. J V I TAC AUTMOf ' Before I could further examine tne body or the room I was forced to run for my brandy flask. For the moment was deadly sick, and it needed a long draft of the fiery spirit to speed the stag nating .blood through my veins. The strange circumstance was a sufficient apology for such qualmishness. This lonely inn set on a handbreadth of liv ing ground amid quaking bogs, this dead body of what had once been friend, this solitude by which I found myself environed, these were sufficient to shake the strongest nerve. It looks in a manner prosaio on black and white, but think of the horror of the actual ex perieuce. For the moment I could formulate no ideas on the subject That my friend ' should be dead was sufficient to stun me. When reason came back, I asked 1 myself how he died and who was re sponsible for the crime. The landlord, the maid, the brother, one of these three had murdered Francis Briarfield. But in what way? I examined the body. It was clothed 1 " a nightgown, and the clothes lay folded up on the chair by the bedside, The face was calm; there were no marks of violence on the throat or on the frame. Only on the violet lips lingered a slight curl of foam. The smooth bed clothes drawn up to the chin forbade the idea of a struggle. I looted at the right arm bring on the counterpane, at the hand, and there in the palm was a rag ged wound from thumb to little finger. It was discolored at the edges and looked green and unwholesome. This livid appearance made me think of poi son, but I was not sufficiently a doctor to diagnose the case correctly. Yet was certain of one thing that Francis Briarfield had come by his death in gome foul fashion, and that at the hands of whom? Aye, there was the rub I So far as I knew, the landlord had no motive to commit such a crime. Suspicion pointed toward the maid who had wished to speak with the dead man after supper. Yet why should she desire his death? From the lips of Francis himself I had heard that he knew neither Strent nor Rose, nor indeed aught of the Fen inn. Hither he had been brought by his brother's letter to keep an appointment and was as ignorant of the inn, of its inmates, of its surroundings as I. Could Felix have committed this crime? True, if my theory were correct and he had passed himself off to Olivia Bellin as Francis, there were some grounds for believing he wished his brother out of the way. Francis would undoubtedly refuse to permit the decep tion to be carried on, so it was just pos Bible that Felix, in a frenzy of wrath and terror at the idea of his treachery being exposed, might have slain his brother. Yet all this fine theory was upset by the fact that Felix had not arrived on the previous night to keep the appointment He therefore must be guiltless. If so, what of the landlord and his daughter? Certainly they had no rea son to slay a stranger who had shel- He was lying on the bed stiff and cold. tered under their roof for the night, Yet their flight looked suspicious.. If they were innocent, why did they leave the inn? Another question pregnant with mean ing was the reason of their being alone in the inn. I had seen no servants either indoors or out Father and daugh ter appeared to do all the work, yet it was beyond all reason that they should have no assistance. Where was the cook, the waiter, the hostler, the cham bermaid? The house was a large one. Two people with all the will in the world could not thoroughly attend to the do mestic economy of so great a mansion. Moreover, the girl had looked unused to work. That in itself was suspicious. "Can it be?" thought L "Can it be that these two hired this inn to compass the death of Francis Briarfield, and that he was drawn here as into a snare by bis brother's letter? On the face of it, it looks absurd, and yet in what other way can I explain the absence of serv ants, the mildewed aspect of the rooms? Now Francis is dead, and they, with out a word to me, have departed. " I could not solve the mystery. Far from doing so, the more I thought, the more I examined the surroundings, the deeper grew the mystery. The door had been locked, and I could find no key. The window also was locked, and even had it not been no one could have en tered thereby, so considerable was the height from the ground. How, then, had the assassin gained admittance? Yet sure was I that Briarfield had been murdered, but by whom it was hard to say nay, impossible, I did indeed think that he had com mitted suicide, but this was too wild an idea to entertain even for a moment 4i ' When I parted from hltnoii the previous nipht, h wan in tlx; lt of health, looking forwnrd to nut ting Mis Bvllin, and was passably content with his Ufa There was no hint of self destruction either iu speech or action. The thought that his brother hiul deceived him would not have engendered such an idea. Rather was he determined to un mask the traitor and regain his prom ised wife by forca Murder it might ba Suicide was out of the question. Thus far I thrashed out the matter, yet arrived at no logical conclusion. As there seemed no signs of landlord and maid, it behooved me to consider what I should do. According to Francis, his brother was due at the meeting place that morning, so I deemed it advisable to wait until he arrived and then ex plain the circumstances to him. If he was in league with Strent to murder his brother, he would hardly be able to dis guise his joy at hearing the success of his plot I therefore determined to watch his face during the interview, and if I saw therein any signs of guilt to there and then, in that lonely inn, ac cuse him as a second Cain. By thus ter-; rorizing his soul with such accusation 1 and 's'h the sight of his victim I might t Now, as I well knew that the man force him into confession. j bearing that nauio was lying dead at the If he were guilty, I guessed the plea Feu inn, it was conclusive proof that behind which be would shelter himself , Felix, to gain the hand of Olivia, was that he had not been near the place masquerading as his brother. I had just on the previous night. This I would argued this out to my complete satisfao oouuter by the accusation that his emis-1 tion when Felix made his appearanca ' saries had carried out his orders and then i The resemblance between the brothers souarht saferv in flierht. It might be : was extraordinary. I bad some difflcul- thai I suspecled Felix wrongly, yet aft- er the storv told me bv Francis I could not but think he was conn cted in some unseen way with the death of the latter. But, after all, these suspicions were yet vague and aimless. All I knew for cer tain was that Francis Briarfield was dead. I swore on the instant to devote myself to finding out and punishing his detestable assassin. Having come to this resolution, I propped up the open door, so as to close the entrance to the chamber of death, and descended to the lower regions. Finding victuals and fuel in the kitchen, I cooked myself a meal and made asufli ciently good breakfast Then I lighted : J i. 1. l . my pipe and took ray seat at the front door to watch for the coming of Felix Briarfield. Whether my suspicious would be dispelled or confirmed by his demeanor I was of course unable to say until the interview took placa But I was most anxious to know. All that morning I looked down the winding road to Marshrninster, but saw no one coming therefrom. Not a soul was in sight, and if I did for a moment think that Strent and his daughter might return and declare themselves in nocent the thought was banished by a few hours' outlook. The inn, as I said before, was on a slight rise, and I could see far and wida No human being was to be seen, and as the hours passed I grew almost horrified at the grewsome solitude. To be alone with a dead body in a lonely house in a lonely moor is hardly healthy for the mind. Toward noon I took a resolution. "If," said L "'the mountain won't come to Mohammed, why, then, , Mo hammed must go to the mountain. " The interpretation of this was that I intended to see Felix Briarfield at Bellin Hall, Marshrninster. Face to face with him, and I would force him vto explain why he had not kept the appointment It seemed to me a suspicious circum- stanoa Perhaps Strent had told him Francis was dead, and therefore it would be i i for him to ride to the Fen inn. . . ais were so, it would go a long way toward implicating him in the crima I re-entered the housa locked up everything, and strapping on my knap sack took my departure toward Marsh rninster. Some way down the road I looked back at the ruin and saw it loom more grim and ghastly than ever. Even in the bright sunshine it could not ap pear otherwise than eerie, and it was with great pleasure that I left it bo hind. Yet under those sloping roofs Francis Briarfield lay dead, and it was to discover his assassin and avenge his death that I set my face toward Marsh rninster. CHAPTER IIL " ' . Late in the afternoon I tramped into I Marshrninster. It was by no means my first visit to that sleepy provincial town. Under the shadow of the cathedral tower dwelt relatives with whom I had afore time spent school and college holidays. Their house was the goal of my pilgrim age, and a week's rest was to recoup me for the toils of the walking tour. The tragic occurrence at the Fen inn altered all my plans. With an assassin to j be tracked there was no time for com- fortable idleness. Francis Briarfield had : been my friend, and I Owed it to his i memory to avenge his death. It was no easy task I had set myself. I recognized that from the first In place, therefore, of seeking the cen ter of the town and my maiden aunt's I turnod off at the outskirts and made for Bellin Hali According to the story of Francis, his brother was staying with the Bellins, and it was necessary that I should see him at once about the matter. My acquaintance with Mrs. Bel lin and her daughter was confined to casual conversation at crowded "at homes' ' during the season. I had hardly the right to thrust myself on them un invited, but my business brooked no delay. The sooner Felix knew the truth the better it would be for him. If he were guilty, I could punish him for his crime by denouncing him at once to the authorities; if innocent, he need lose no time in hunting down those who had slain his brother. Besides I wished to put Olivia on her guard against the man masquerading as Francis Briar field. That I intended to do in any case, whether he was innocent or guilty. Bellin Hall was a grotesque specimen of architecture, built by Jeremiah Bel lin, who had made his money out of blacking. It was uncommonly like a factory, but perhaps the deceased Jere miah liked something to remind hint of the origin of his fortune and keep him from thinking his ancestors came over with William the Conqueror. He mar- nert the daughter of a baronet and then took his depart uro to the next world, leaving hint widow well provided for and his daughter an hoires iu her own right Mrs. Bellin was a pretty woman, with no braius and a giggling laugh Her daughter had the beauty of her mother and the brains of her father, so she was altogether a charming girl. How sho could tolerate her silly dolly of a mother I could never understand. Perhaps 2 3 years of constant forbearance had inured her to the trial. On arriving at the front door I learned that Mr. Briarfield was within and sent up my oard, requesting a private inter view. For the present I did not wish to see Olivia, as it was my intention to warn- Felix that I was cognizant of his trickery. My theory was proved correct by the following dialogue: Myself Is Mr. Briarfiold within? Footman Yes, sir. Mr. Francis Briarfield has just returned from town. After which question and answer I was shown into a room. Observe that 1 had said "Mr. Briarfield," and the foot man answered "Mr. Francis Briarfield. ' ty in persuading myself that the man . before me was not he whom I had soen J dead that morning, the same pale face, dark hair and jaunty mustacha the same gestures, the same gravity of de meanor and actually the same tones in the voica There was not the slightest difference between Felix and Francis. The one duplicated the other. I no longer wondered that Olivia was deceived Despite my acquaintance with the brothers, I should have been tricked myself. As it was, I stared open mouth ed at the young man. "This is a pleasant surprise, Den ham." he said, looking anxiously at j ma "I did uot know you were in this n nt tVw part of the world. ' "Nor was I until yesteiday. I am ou a walking tour and last night slept at the Feu inn." j.ne jcen inn, - ne repeated, witn a slight start "What took you to that outof thewavnW I came by the marshes, and as 1 was belated had to take the shelter that offered." "But, man alive," said Felix, rain ing his eyebrows, "the inn is empty!" This time it was my turn to be as tonished. If Felix thought the inn was empty, why did he appoint it as a meet ing place for his brother? He either ' knew too much or too little, so it be- hooved me to conduct the conversation with the utmost dexterity. "It was not empty last night at all events, l reioriea, Keeping my eyes fixed on his face. "Indeed! Are gypsies encamped there ' he said coolly. "Well, not exactly," I answered, emulating his calm. "It was in charge of a man called Strent and his daug.i ter." "This is news to me. I was alwnyr under the impression that the Fen im was quite deserted. " "You have not been near it lately?" "No. Nobody goes near it They sa? it is haunted. " "Pshaw," I answered angrily, "an old wife's tale! And yet, " I added after a moment's thought, "it may well be haunted after what took place there last night" "This begins to grow interesting," said Felix. "Had you an adventure?" ' ' Yes. I met with your brother. " "Impossible ! My brother Felix is in Paris. " "I am talking of Francis. " "Francis," he repeated, with a dis agreeable smile, "Francis? Well, Den ham, I am Francis. " "I think you are making a mistake, Briarfield, " said I coldly. ' ' Your broth er Francis slept at the Fen inn last night" "I slept in this housa " , , x quite Deneve tnat tsut you are Felix!" "Ob," said Briarfield, bursting into a harsh laugh, "I see you are making the inevitable mistake of mixing me up with my brother. It is pardonable un der the circumstances; otherwise 1 might resent your plain speaking. " The assurance of the man was so com plete that I wondered if he knew that his secret was safe by the death of his brother. Such knowledge would account j for his complacency. Yet it was quite impossible that heconM Snow of the death, aa ha pf.rt.i?ilv bfi.i not htF.n to the inn. I knew that i.oia my own knowledga ? "If you are Francis, " ssid I slowly, "you are engaged to Miss Bellin. " "I am," he answered haughtily, "bnt by what right ytu" "One moment, Mr. Briarfield. Miss Bellinr gave her lovr ; Francis a pe ' ring. I do not see it on your finger. " He glanced dowii at his band and grew confused. j "I lost it," he Muttered "I lost it some time ago. " 7 "That is not trw !" V j "Do you dare to ' "I dare any thin in connection with what I know to be a fraul You are passing yourself off as your brother Francis. " "By what riglt do yo-a make this mad assertion?" "From what Francis told me last night" "But I tell you I am Francis," he Bald savagely. "Don't I know nyown name?" "If you are the man you assei t your self to be, where is the pearl ring?" "I lost it" i. t ' ' "You did not You never had it I saw it on the finger of F? anois no later than last night" ; , "I think you are ml, Denham!" said Felix, white with r anion, "or else you must be talking of Vol x, who is iu Paris." ; ' "That untruth will not nerve," I said : coldly. "Ft-lix is before mo, and Fran cis is lying dead at the Fen inn. " "What! Francis dead?" he cried un guardedly. "Ah, you admit it is Francis?" "No, I don't," he retorted quickly. "I only re-echoed your word What do you mean by saying such a thing?" For answer J roso from my seat and made for the door. The farce wearied ma "Wbere are you going, Denham?" he asked, following me up. "For the police," I answered, facing hira. "Yes, I am determined to find out the mystery of Francis Briarfield's death. You, his brother, decline to help me, so I shall place the matter in the bands of the authorities. " "Upon my soul, Denham. " said Fe lix, detaining ma "you are either mad or drunk. I declare most solemnly that I am Francis Briarfield. From this story of yours I 6hould think it was my broth er Felix who is dead, did I not know he is in Paris?" "A fine story, but tt does not impose on me," I answered scofflngly. "Listen to me, Briarfield. Your brother Francis went out to South America, some six months ago. Before he went he was en gaged to Miss Bellin. The mother would not hear of the marriage, so the engagement was kept quiet You alone knew of it and took advantage of such knowledge to suppress the letters sent to Miss Bellin through you by Francis j and represent yourself to Olivia as her lover retnrned three montn8 fore his tima You, I quite believe, are sup posed to be in Paris, so that you may the more easily carry out the gama " l "This is mere raving, " "It is the truth, and yon know it As Miss Bellin did not answer his let ters, Francis thought something was wrong and returned home. Afraid lest he should find out your plot, you asked him to meet you at the Fen inn, and there either intended to throw yourself i on his mercy or to murder him. " j "Murder him!" he repeated fiercely I "It is false!" That will be for the polioe to deter- ' I "But surelyJDftnham, you don't in tend to Inform ths police?" "I am going to do bo now. " Felix seized me by the arm and drag- J l A A. TT- . j BU m Tf ,T a W V much agitated, but mode every effort to restrain his emotion. "Sit down, " he said in a hoarse tone. "You do me wrong, Denham on my sul you do me wrong. I was engaged, I am engaged, to Olivia Bellin. Her mother consented to our engagement after I returned to England three months ago. Felix, I believe, is in Paris. I "Sit down," he said in a hoarse tone. don't know whom you met at the inn last night It was not I it could not have been Felix. There was no appointment between us. I am not masquerading as Francis because I am Francis. " "I don't believe you. " "You must! I can bring forward witnesses to prove my identity!" "They may be misled by the resem blance. Remember, you and Francis are twins." "I said before, and I say it again, you are mad!" he cried, roughly casting me off. "Whoever heard of an appoint ment being made at a ruined inn? No One has lived there for months. Ask any one in Marshrninster, and they will tell you so ' "Streri and his. daughter Rose" I began, vhen he cut me short "vt;ho are they? I never heard of the.u. They are figments of some dream. You went into that ruined inn last night and dreamed all this. , " You don't believe my story?" "Not , one word," said Felix coolly, looking me straight in the face. "Then I don't believe one word of yours," I cried, jumping up. "Let us place the matter in the hands of the authorities and see who will be believ ed." "What are you going to say, Den ham?" "Say? That Francis Briarfield has died in the Fen inn. " "You won't believe that I am Fran cis?" he said, evidently making some re solve. "No. You are Felix!" "One moment, " he said, going to the door. 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WHO WAS R1CHTT Two year ago the Populists said tiat a chitnsfl of a im nistratlou from republican to democratic would not m ke times a y butter. The demo craiic speaker said It would. Who wan right? The J'ooulis s then said that tir .ver Cleveland and the eastern wing of the democratic party were not in iavor of f re kllver ani would, with the assistance of the republicans, de feat i . i he democrats said not but that if they were givn. power they would pass a free nitver bilL W'hc whs rijrht? Twoyea sayotheP.tpu lihts said that Urover Cleveland would stau ' in nit., the money powr. The democrats siid he would not Who was rilit? Two years ajfo we said that the m .ney quetion was the main issue and that the demo rats would engage in a sham fight over the tariff to cover it up and district the atten tion of the people while the bankers were securing control of the finances of the cou try. 'i lie democrat said we werj wrong; that if they were given m oli an they would knock the principle of protection higher. than a kite. Wh was rlrf bt? We ..aid Cleve land was a cold but nJ woul 1 veto a silver bill if one passed Tuoy de nied it Who was rigit.' We suid prices would be no b tter than they had been under too republican ad ministration. They said they would. VUio w s right? We said they would favo - trusts and corp . aiiocs just the same as the republicans did. They denied it Who as ri.'ht? We said they woul,l not abolish banks of issue as Jeffertoa and Jackson recom mended. They said they would. Who was rifjht? Wenaid strikes would continue, tramps would increase, mills would shut down, money grow scarcer, prices lower and times harder. They hooted at the idea and said we were crazy. Who wai light? Now they are out with more predictions and promises to again deceive the Deoole. Trust them not. They are after the salaries tnd are willing to deceive the people iu order to obtain them. Democratic Inconsistency-A Ultter fill. outhnrn Eooncmloi.l THIS l'lCTURlS HEFOBlH TAKING. The democrats went up to Chicago in JUtf2 and built a platform of material which they had carried in stock sino 17 To, and which they said they cherished as they did the apple of their eyes, as follows, to wit: 1. The free coinnge. 2. The currency expansion. 3. The furtb er issue of bonds stopued. 4. The repeal of the tax on state banks. 5 Tue "tlriff rfnrm" nn .nfaluil. lum basis. 6. War to the bitter end on trusts and combines. ?. tajououiy . in government ex penditures. 8. Home rule. 9. Enactment of la ws favorable to labor. THIS PICTURE AFTEB TAKING When the deluded people had elected their President, senate and house of representatives they gave them. ' , 1. Demonetizat on of silver mint. all closed 2. 8 opped issuing currency. 3. 1 if ty million dolars of bonds promptly isoued and sold to Wall street, and mure promised. " v. 4. The 10 per cent tax on state banks re-enauted. 5. The MuKinley tariff indorsed, as a whole, sligut changes f 13 per cent sugges ed by Voorhee-. and companv. 6. Millions voie to snar and other trusts. 7. Most extravagant administration and largest appropriations ever known, exceeding those of the war, of Harrison, Sherman, Re d and com pany. e. Home Rule, by appointing G H. J. Taylor, from Kansas, registrar oi deeds at Wash ntrton. 9. Not one promise kept, but exe cuting all of the republ can laws Tased during and since the war, caus ing stagnation and bankruptcy, and flooding: the land with tramps. The single gold standard a topted, plutocracy upheld and encoursSt-d, millio laires made by the thousands and paupers b the millions, values . des royed to the extent of one-half, all industries paralyzed ami billion! , of dollars of their property con fiis cated. Then what? Why, these sam democrats who made the Chicag j -platform assemble all over ths country in little conventious of six and eight stalwarts and "whereas'1 and "resolv j" that Cleveland is . the greatest best, most patriotic wisestand fattest President and snipe hunter on eai th, and that congress Is ditto; an I further, that "the people" unanitnousl e dorse alt tint they lave done or may do, and if they were to sell a billion dollars of bonds,' and call in and destroy every greenback, certificate and si ver ce tiflcate. they "the people," would cry out "en dorsed, endorsed " The sure enough people have -hwn their disgust in all the electio'it since March, 1893, and ' the penp e will heir the earth shalii- n-'vt tt . , ' ',7V "rrics ' - Subscribe for The Wealth Makers