overshadowed at times?

He called Cally into the study one evening before dinner, and with a
mysterious air handed over to her a bulky packet of very
legal-looking papers.

"Why, papa! What is it?"

"Stock!" answered papa, with a chuckle. "Mostly Fourth National. There's
a little more than fifty thousand dollars there in your hand, Cally."

"But--why, papa!... You don't mean it for _me!_"

"A little weddin' present from your old father. I meant to give it to
you next fall, and then I thought, why wait? Had it all put in your
name to-day."

"Oh--_papa!_..."

She threw her arms around his neck, suddenly and oddly touched; not so
much by the gift, for she would have plenty of money soon, as by this
evidence of her father's affectionate thought.

"Your daughter's your daughter till she becomes a wife...." remarked Mr.
Heth. "It won't be that way, will it, Cally, eh?"

"Never in the world.... Oh, papa, how sweet--how _good_--you are to
me!..."

"You've got a fine man," said papa, presently, patting her cheek. "But