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his money in
a useless speculation, as if I could foresee how it would end any better
than he."
"Have you ever been able to pay back any part of the five hundred
dollars, father?"
"I have paid the interest regularly, and a year ago, just before I met with
my accident, I had laid up a hundred and fifty dollars which I had
intended to pay the Squire, but when my sickness came I felt obliged to
retain it to defray our expenses, being cut off from earning anything"
"Then I suppose you have not been able to pay interest for the last
year."
"No."
"Have you heard from the Squire lately?"
"Yes, I had a letter only last week. You remember bringing me one
postmarked Cedarville?"
"Yes, I wondered at the time who it could be from."
"You will find it on the mantelpiece. I should like to have you get it and
read it."
Paul readily found the letter. It was enclosed in a brown envelope,
directed in a bold hand to "Mr. John Prescott, Wrenville."
The letter was as follows:--
CEDARVILLE, APRIL 15, 18--, MR. JOHN PRESCOTT:--

SIR: I have been waiting impatiently to hear something about the five
hundred dollars in which sum you are indebted to me, on account of a
loan which I was fool enough to make you seven years since. I thought
you an honest man, but I have found, to my cost, that I was mistaken.
For the last year you have even failed to pay interest as stipulated
between us. Your intention is evident. I quite understand that you have
made up your mind to defraud me of what is rightfully mine. I don't
know how you may regard this, but I consider it as bad as highway
robbery. I do not hesitate to say that if you had your deserts you would
be in the Penitentiary. Let me advise you, if you wish to avoid further
trouble, to make no delay in paying a portion of this debt. Yours, etc.
EZEKIEL CONANT.
Paul's face flushed with indignation as he read this bitter and cruel
letter.
"Does Squire Conant know that you are sick, father?" he inquired.
"Yes, I wrote him about my accident, telling him at the same time that I
regretted it in part on account of the interruption which it must occasion
in my payments."
"And knowing this, he wrote such a letter as that," said Paul,
indignantly, "what a hard, unfeeling wretch he must be!"
"I suppose it is vexatious to him to be kept out of his money."
"But he has plenty more. He would never miss it if he had given it to
you outright."
"That is not the way to look at it, Paul. The money is justly his, and it is
a great sorrow to me that I must die without paying it."
"Father," said Paul, after a pause, "will it be any relief to you, if I
promise to pay it,-- that is, if I am ever able?"
Mr. Prescott's face brightened.

"That was what I wanted to ask you, Paul. It will be a comfort to me to
feel thar there is some hope of the debt being paid at some future day."
"Then don't let it trouble you any longer, father. The debt shall be mine,
and I will pay it.
Again a shadow passed over the sick man's face, "Poor boy," he said,
"why should I burden your young life with such a load? You will have
to struggle hard enough as it is. No, Paul, recall your promise. I don't
want to purchase comfort at such a price."
"No, father," said Paul sturdily, "it is too late now. I have made the
promise and I mean to stick to it. Besides, it will give me something to
live for. I am young--I may have a great many years before me. For
thirteen years you have supported me. It is only right that I should
make what return I can. I'll keep my promise, father."
"May God help and prosper you, my boy," said Mr. Prescott, solemnly.
"You've been a good son; I pray that you may grow up to be a good
man. But, my dear, I feel tired. I think I will try to go to sleep."
Paul smoothed the comforter, adjusting it carefully about his father's
neck, and going to the door went out in search of some wood to place
upon the fire. Their scanty stock of firewood was exhausted, and Paul
was obliged to go into the woods near by, to obtain such loose fagots as
he might find upon the ground.
He was coming back with his load when his attention was drawn by a
whistle. Looking up he discovered Ben Newcome approaching