"Well, what are you going to do about it?" asked the major, impatiently.

 

"'Goin' to do about it'?" ejaculated Job.

 

"Certainly. When a man indorses a note he knows that he may be called upon to pay, and of course has some plan for doing it."

 

"I don't know what to do," said the poor shoemaker, sadly. "I can't pay the note."

 

"Humph! There seems to be only one thing to do, then."

 

"What is it?"

 

"You must sell or mortgage your place."

 

"What! sell or mortgage my house? I can't do that, Major Sturgis."

 

"Very well. I won't insist on it if you can pay the note in any other way."

 

"Heaven knows I can't."

 

"Then, Mr. Stanton," said the major, sharply, "it's time to speak plainly. Unless you do as I suggest, I shall attach your property and compel you to raise the money in the way I indicate."

 

Job Stanton was mortally afraid of legal proceedings, and after a while he acceded to the major's proposal, which was himself to accept a mortgage for the sum of five hundred dollars secured upon the place. His wife, who had to be told, wept bitterly, for it seemed to her as if they were parting with their main reliance. But Major Sturgis carried his point, and walked off triumphant.

 

And now for the major's motive, for he had one, and he had artfully made use of Richmond to forward his plan: He was desirous of getting possession of the poor shoemaker's house and land, having in view the purchase of the lot adjoining. Then he would move the house off, throw down the fence between the two lots, build a nice dwelling, and rent it to a city friend who wished to spend his summers in Hampton. He knew very well that Job Stanton wouldn't listen to a proposition for selling his house, and he therefore tried to accomplish by stratagem what he could not fairly.