"Through a heart trouble，from which he had suffered for years，and which had obliged him to lead a very quiet life，"was the reply."That was one of the things which，after mymother's death，helped to sour his disposition.He could not return to the sea again，because he was told that any sudden excitement was likely to carry him off a；and，indeed，that was exactly what happened.""How is that，sir？"asked the Major."It is more dif？cult to explain than the first of the story，"replied the boy，thoughtfully gazing through the window；"perhaps because I do not understand it so well.Our simple life here never made much of an inroad into my father's modest fortune；for our wants were few；but Captain Wegg was a poor man of business，having been a sailor during all his active life.
His only intimate friend—an honest，bluff old farmer named Will Thompson—was as childish regarding money matters as my father，but had a passion for investments，and induced my father to join some of his schemes.Mr.Thompson's mind was somewhat erratic at times，but keen in some ways，nevertheless.Fearing to trust his judgment entirely，my father chose to lean upon the wisdom and experience of a shrewd merchant of Millville，named Robert West.""The hardware dealer？"asked Louise，impulsively.
"Yes；I see you have met him，"replied Joseph Wegg，with a smile at the eager，pretty face of his visitor."Bob West was a prosperous man and very careful about his own investments；so he became a sort of business adviser to my father and Mr.Thompson，and arbitratedb any differencesof opinion they might have.For several years，due to West's good of？cesa，the two oddly mated friends were successful in their ventures，and added to their capital.Finally West came to them himself with a proposition.He had discovered a chance to make a good deal of money by purchasing an extensive pine forest near Almaquo，just across the border in Canada.West had taken an option on the property，when he found by accident that the Pierce—Lane Lumber Company was anxious to get hold of the tract and cut the timber on a royalty that would enable the owners to double their investment.""Hold on a jiffyb！"cried the Major，excitedly."Did Iunderstand you to say the Pierce—Lane Lumber Company？""That was the ？rm，sir.I used to overhear my father andWill Thompson talking about this matter；but I must admit my knowledge is somewhat imperfect，because I never was allowed to ask questions.I remember learning the fact that West had not enough money to swing his option，and so urged his friends to join him.Relying upon West's judgment，they put all their little fortunes into the deal，although Thompson grumbled atc doing so，because he claimed he had anotherinvestment that was better，and this matter of West's would prevent him from undertaking it.The Almaquo tract was purchased，and a contract made with the lumber company to cut the timber and pay them a royalty of so much a thousandfeet.Yet，although the prospects for pro？t seemed so good，I know that for some reason both my father and Thompson were dissatisfied with the deal，and this may be accounted for by the fact that every penny of their money was tied up in one investment.West used to come to the house and argue with them that the property was safe as the Bank of England，and then old Will would tell him how much more he could have made out of another investment he had in mind；so that a coolness grew up between West and the others that gradually led to their estrangementa.
"I can well remember the evening when Bob West's pretty financial bubble burst.Thompson and my father were sitting together in the right wing，smoking solemnly，andexchanging a few words，as was their custom，when Westarrived with a white face，and a newspaper under his arm.I was in the next room，lying half asleep upon the sofa，when I heard West cry despairingly：'Ruined—ruined—ruined！'I crept to the half—opened door，then，and looked in.Both men were staring，open—mouthed and half—dazed，at West，who was explaining in a trembling voice that a terrible forest fire had swept through the Almaquo section and wiped out every tree upon the property.He had the full account in the newspaper，and had begun reading it，when my father uttered a low moan and tumbled off his chair to the ？oor.
"Will Thompson gave a wild cry and knelt beside him.'MyGod！he's dead，Bob，—he's dead！—and you've killed him with your good news！'he screamed，already raving；and then Old Hucks ran in just in time to prevent the madman from throttlinga West，for his ？ngers were even then twinedb around Bob's throat.There was a desperate struggle，and I remember that，scared as I was，I joined Thomas in trying to pull Thompson off his prey.But suddenly old Will threw up his arms and toppled backward，still raving like a demon，but unable to move his body from the waist downward.West helped us to put him in bed，and said he was paralyzed，which afterward proved to be the truth.Also，his mind was forever gone；and I think it was father's death that did that，rather than the loss of his money."They were all staring，white—faced，at the speaker.Mostof the mystery was being cleared away；indeed，there was now little of mystery remaining at all.
"West hurried after a doctor，"continued Joe，who wasalmost as much absorbed in his story as were his listeners，and spoke in a re？ective，musing way，"and he succeeded in ？nding one who was stopping for a few days at the hotel.Poor Bob was very kind to us in our trouble，and I never heard him mention a word about his own losses，which must have been severe.After the funeral was over，and I found I had nothing to inherit but the farm，I decided to go to the city and make my way there，as I had long wished to do.West gave me alittle money to start me on my way，and the rest of my story is not very interesting to anybody.Major Doyle knows something of it，after the time when I got through my technical school by working as a servant to pay for my instruction.I'm a failure in life，so far，young ladies；but if you'll not bear that against me I'll try to do better in the future.""Good！"cried the Major，approvingly，as he tookthe boy's left hand in both his own and pressed it."You're developing the right spirit，Joseph，me lad，and we'll think no more about the sadness of the past，but look forward to the joy of your future.""Of course，"said Patsy，nodding gravely；"Joe Wegg isbound to be a great man，some day."