CHAPTER XXXVII.
CONCLUSION.
A little before twelve o'clock on the following day, Squire Carter rangthe bell at the farmhouse door. He was dressed with scrupulous neatness,and there was a smile of triumphant anticipation on his face.
Andy answered the bell.
"Walk in, squire," he said.
"Ha! So you are home, Andy?"
"Yes, sir."
"Ahem! Your father has been unfortunate."
"Then you intend to foreclose?"
"Yes; I need the money and must have it."
"Isn't that rather hard on an old neighbor?"
"You are a boy, Andy, and don't understand. Business is business."
"Well, come in."
Mr. and Mrs. Grant were sitting by the fireplace. They looked calm, notsorrowful, as the squire anticipated.
"Ahem! My friends, I am sorry for you!" said the squire, in aperfunctory way. "Life is full of disappointments, as we read in theScriptures."
"What do you propose to do with the farm, squire?" asked the farmer,calmly.
"I may sell it, if I can find a purchaser. I haven't thought much aboutit."
"That is right, squire. It isn't well to count your chickens before theyare hatched."
It was Andy who spoke.
"Andrew, you are very flippant," said the squire, displeased. "Iapprehend that there is very little doubt as to my having the farm tosell."
"What do you suppose is going to become of my father?"
"That is not for me to say. If I run the farm I may hire him to work onit."
"He has made up his mind to work on it."
"With or without my permission?" said the squire, with a sneer.
"Exactly so."
"I don't understand you," said the squire, with dignified displeasure.
"I presume not, but you will understand better when I say that he standsprepared to pay off the mortgage, and the farm will remain his."
"Impossible!" ejaculated the squire, turning pale.
"Quite possible, sir. Have you the mortgage with you?"
"Yes."
"Here is a release which you will please sign. Father, you had betterpay the squire at once."
Mr. Grant took out a big wallet, and counted out thirtyone-hundred-dollar bills.
"I believe that is correct, squire," he said.
"No, it isn't. You haven't paid the interest," snarled the squire.
"Here is another hundred dollars--that will cover it."
Ten minutes later Squire Carter left the farmhouse with a heavy frownupon his face. He was bitterly disappointed, and the money did notconsole him.
This was not the last of his disappointments. His brother's widow in NewYork sued him for an accounting of his father's estate, and he wasobliged, not long afterward, to pay her five thousand dollars. This putthe widow and her son in a comfortable position, but seriouslyembarrassed the squire, who had lost money by ill-advised speculation.
Two years later he had to sell his fine place and take a much humblerone half a mile from the village. Conrad was obliged to seek a place,and is bitterly humiliated because he receives but four dollars a week,while the boy he used to look down upon is prosperous and successful.
Andy has sold out his property in Tacoma to such advantage that hecounts himself worth twenty thousand dollars. He continues to live inhandsome style with his friend, Walter Gale, and is to be taken intopartnership in the real estate office by Mr. Crawford when he attainsthe age of twenty-one.
Of the less important characters in our story it may be said that ByronWarden has had a story published in the nickel library, and is veryproud of this measure of success. He continues to write poems for the_Century_ and other prominent magazines. They always come back to him"respectfully declined," but he cherishes the hope that some day he willreceive a more favorable answer.
Valentine Burns holds a place in Mr. Crawford's office and is givingexcellent satisfaction. Simon Rich, formerly head clerk for Mr. Flint,has proved a defaulter, and is a fugitive in Canada. Sam Perkins stilldazzles the world with his showy neckties, but thus far has only risento ten dollars a week.
Mr. Grant and his wife are happy in Andy's success, and there is nodanger of the farm passing from their possession. Quite unexpectedly thefarmer has received a check from Nathan Lawrence, the defaulting cashierof the Benton bank, for a thousand dollars, with assurance that in timethe entire three thousand dollars will be paid up.
"After all father," writes Andy, "it was lucky for me that I had toleave school. It was the beginning of my present prosperity."
THE END.
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