ONE CENT CAPITAL Penny Token Left by VVili Brings Great and Unexpected Min eral Riches. By MILDRED CAROLINE GOOD RIDGE. “And to niv second nephew, Ronald Blair, as a reminder of his remarkable powers of memory, I leave the munifi cent sum of one penny. As he has seen fit to Imitate my peculiarities in private, so may he copy my diligence, beginning life on one cent capital, which is more than I had at the start, and making his own way in the world.” The legatee in question listened to the slow, measured tones of Lawyer Jones like one in a dream. The read er of the last will and testament of Jepthah Blair, stern, practical man as he was. cast a mournful and sympa thetic look at the young man. Ho liked Blair immensely, as did every one else In the town, unless it was Hugh Telford, seated also in the apartment. He smiled viciously and triumphantly. He was safe ashore while Ronald was floundering in dark waters. The “Blair Plat’’ was to be given to Telford, together with stocks and bonds valued at $10,000. "1 suppose you feel like cursing 1'ncle Jepthah." insinuated this pre cious young schemer and spendthrift. Ronald was pale; disappointment and chagrin showed in his frank, sensative face. It hardened as he fixed his clear accusing eyes upon his sneering relative. "No.” he ■ replied steadily. “If I was of the cursing sort you might come in for your share, for—I under ctand. now.’’ He left the lawyer's office as he spoke and a shade of anger and fear crossed the features of Telford. Ron ald had to admit that he had expect ed a substantial legacy. He had every reason to anticipate it. It was cruel, after all his hopes and plans, and his heart sank like lead as he thought of Ruth Mason, his fiance. Where should he go for comfort save to her? It was his privilege, his “That’s the Real Stuff!” right, and half an hour later he was seated by her side on the porch of the Mason home. “It must be between you and r*e; all that I have to tell you, dear,” he said to' the pitying angel at his side. Two years ago when Hugh and I were at college there was a charac ter play. In it was a miserly old fellow, in dress and actions so fully a counterpart of Uncle Jepthah that many recognized it. This came to his ears, and that will was made. In reality Hugh had made the suggestion :>f the character to a chum, and rath er gloated over ‘showing up the old skinflint.’ as he called his uncle Then when the matter got public he became frightened and told uncle that I was the culprit.” "Rut you told me that later every thing was explained to Mr. Blair.” suggested Ruth. “That Is true, and uncle took me back into his good graces. He even calied upon Hugh In my presence to verif.v his statement that he had de stroyed the will made in anger. Then he died suddenly, intestate. N'ow this will appears. By some trickery 1 am convinced Hugh preserved it.” “But the law,” began Ruth. “T shall not appeal to It. Let Hugh go his selfish, cow-ardly way. As 'ong as 1 have you what, does the rest matter? We can wait a little while longer, can’t we. dear?” Ruth lifted her sweet, bonny face