"I see no other way," said Job, mournfully. "I can't raise five hundred dollars anywhere."

 

"Have you been to Deacon Pitkin?"

 

"Yes, but the deacon says he's just put out what money he had, and can't accommodate me."

 

"It's hard!" said Mrs. Stanton, with sad brevity.

 

"Yes, it is hard!" assented Job. "I did hope the Lord would show us a way of deliverance, but it seems likely that the sorrow must come upon us."

 

"How meanly Major Sturgis and that man Richmond have behaved! I can't help feeling that they will be come up with sooner or later," said Mrs. Stanton, who, mild as she generally was, could not help feeling exasperated.

 

"I do think they've been inconsiderate," Job admitted.

 

"'Inconsiderate'! Their conduct has been contemptible. The major don't need the money. He could just as well let us stay here."

 

While this conversation was going on Ben and his friend Bradley were approaching the little cottage.

 

Full of joyful memories, Ben lifted the latch and walked into the presence of his uncle and aunt. Nothing but his return could have chased the mournful expression from their faces.

 

"Why, it's Ben come back!" exclaimed his aunt, joyfully.

 

"Well, I declare, so it is!" answered Job Stanton, hurrying forward and grasping the hand of his boy after his aunt had embraced him.

 

"How you've grown, Ben!" said his aunt, admiringly.

 

"Yes, Aunt Clarissa, I've grown four inches," said Ben, proudly. "But I've brought a friend with me.--Jake, come in."

 

And then Bradley was introduced to Job and his wife, and was cordially welcomed by both.

 

"You're lucky to come while we've got a home to welcome you to," said Job, his face again saddening.

 

"Why, Uncle Job, you're not thinking of selling the house, are you?"

 

Then the whole story came out.

 

Ben listened attentively, and when his uncle had finished he said, "That Richmond is a first-class rascal."

 

"And I'd like to give him a first-class kick," said Bradley, indignantly.

 

"That wouldn't mend matters," said Job, shaking his head. "It wouldn't pay off the mortgage."

 

"You say the mortgage amounts to five hundred dollars, Uncle Job?"

 

"Yes. Then there's six months' interest, at six per cent., makes fifteen dollars more."

 

"When do you expect Major Sturgis to call?"

 

"This morning. It's almost time for him."

 

"I met Sam on my way here," said Ben. "He told me I'd come just in the nick of time. I didn't know what he meant, but I know now."

 

"The major offers to buy the house, paying me two hundred and fifty dollars over and above the note."

 

"Why, that's robbery!" said Ben, indignantly.

 

"So it is, Ben; but what can I do?"

 

"I think," said Ben, smiling, "you'd better borrow five hundred and fifteen dollars of your rich nephew."

 

"What do you mean, Ben?" asked Job, in surprise.

 

"I mean this, Uncle Job--that I'll lend you the money to pay up this shark."

 

"You don't mean to say you've got money enough?" ejaculated Uncle Job.

 

"Yes, I do, uncle, and a little over. I'll prove it to you."

 

He produced a wallet, from which he drew out five one-hundred-dollar bills and three fives.

 

"Take them, uncle, and ask me questions afterward, for I see through the window that the major is coming."

 

Indeed, a knock was heard directly, and Job, answering it himself, ushered in the stately figure of Major Sturgis.

 

The major looked around him in surprise, finding more persons than he expected to see.

 

"Don't you remember Ben, Major Sturgis?" asked Job.

 

"When did you come home, Benjamin," asked the major, taken by surprise.

 

"I have just arrived, sir."

 

"Tired of California, eh?"

 

"For the present, yes, sir."

 

"I think my son Sam wishes to see you. He thinks of offering you a place."

 

Ben bowed and smiled. He understood what sort of a place Sam was likely to offer.

 

"Well, Mr. Stanton," asked the major, pompously, "have you decided to accept my offer for the house?"

 

"No, major. Your offer is too small."

 

"You are quite at liberty to look around for a higher bid, or rather you were. Now it is too late."

 

"Just so, major. On the whole I don't think I want to sell."

 

"'Don't want to sell'?" repeated the major, frowning; "you will have to sell."

 

"Why will Uncle Job have to sell?" demanded Ben, irritated by the major's tone.

 

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