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not without feelings of pride, one night, when our hero had retired to bed. β€œI would trust him with the farm sooner than many who are half a dozen years older.”





CHAPTER VII. LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON

β€œWell, father, I've got some news for you,” said John Haynes, as he entered his father's presence, two or three days later.

β€œWhat is it, John?” inquired the squire, laying down a copy of the New York Herald, which he had been reading.

β€œWho do you think has enlisted?”

β€œI do not choose to guess,” said his father coldly. β€œIf you feel disposed to tell me, you may do so.”

John looked somewhat offended at his father's tone, but he was anxious to tell the news. β€œFrost's going to enlist,” he said shortly.

β€œIndeed!” said the squire, with interest. β€œHow did you hear?”

β€œI heard him say so himself, just now, in the store.”

β€œI expected it,” said Squire Haynes, with a sneer. β€œI understood his motives perfectly in urging the town to pay an enormous bounty to volunteers. He meant to line his own pockets at the public expense.”

β€œHe says that he doesn't mean to accept the bounty,” continued John, in a tone which indicated a doubt whether Mr. Frost was in earnest.

β€œDid you hear him say that?” asked Squire Haynes abruptly.

β€œYes, I heard him say so to Mr. Morse.”

β€œPerhaps he means it, and perhaps he doesn't. If he don't take it, it is because he is afraid of public opinion. What's he going to do about the farm, while he is gone?”

β€œThat is the strangest part of it,” said John. β€œI don't believe you could guess who is to be left in charge of it.”

β€œI don't choose to guess. If you know, speak out.”

John bit his lip resentfully.

β€œIt's that conceited jackanapes of hisβ€”Frank Frost.”

β€œDo you mean that he is going to leave that boy to carry on the farm?” demanded Squire Haynes, in surprise.

β€œYes.”

β€œWell, all I can say is that he's more of a fool than I took him to be.”

β€œOh, he thinks everything of Frank,” said John bitterly. β€œHe'll be nominating him for representative next.”

The squire winced a little. He had been ambitious to represent the town in the legislature, and after considerable wire-pulling had succeeded in obtaining the nomination the year previous. But it is one thing to be nominated and another to be elected. So the squire had found, to his cost. He had barely obtained fifty votes, while his opponent had been elected by a vote of a hundred and fifty. All allusions, therefore, recalling his mortifying defeat were disagreeable to him.

β€œOn the whole, I don't know but I'm satisfied,” he said, recurring to the intelligence John had brought. β€œSo far as I am concerned, I am glad he has made choice of this boy.”

β€œYou don't think he is competent?” asked John, in surprise.

β€œFor that very reason I am glad he has been selected,” said the squire emphatically. β€œI take it for granted that the farm will be mismanaged, and become a bill of expense, instead of a source of revenue. It's pretty certain that Frost won't be able to pay the mortgage when it comes due. I can bid off the farm for a small sum additional and make a capital bargain. It will make a very good place for you to settle down upon, John.”

β€œMe!” said John disdainfully. β€œYou don't expect me to become a plodding farmer, I trust. I've got talent for something better than that, I should hope.”

β€œNo,” said the squire, β€œI have other news for you. Still, you could hire a farmer to carry it on for you, and live out there in the summer.”

β€œWell, perhaps that would do,” said John, thinking that it would sound well for him, even if he lived in the city, to have a place in the country. β€œWhen does the mortgage come due, father?”

β€œI don't remember the exact date. I'll look and see.”

The squire drew from a closet a box hooped with iron, and evidently made for security. This was his strong-box, and in this he kept his bonds, mortgages, and other securities.

He selected a document tied with red ribbon, and examined it briefly.

β€œI shall have the right to foreclose the mortgage on the first of next July,” he said.

β€œI hope you will do it then. I should like to see them Frosts humbled.”

β€œTHEM Frosts! Don't you know anything more about English grammar, John?”

β€œThose Frosts, then. Of course, I know; but a feller can't always be watching his words.”

β€œI desire you never again to use the low word 'feller,'” said the squire, who, as the reader will see, was more particular about grammatical accuracy than about some other things which might be naturally supposed to be of higher importance.

β€œWell,” said John sulkily, β€œanything you choose.”

β€œAs to the mortgage,” proceeded Squire Haynes, β€œI have no idea they will be able to lift it. I feel certain that Frost won't himself have the money at command, and I sha'n't give him any grace, or consent to a renewal. He may be pretty sure of that.”

β€œPerhaps he'll find somebody to lend him the money.”

β€œI think not. There are those who would be willing, but I question whether there is any such who could raise the money at a moment's warning. By the way, you need not mention my purpose in this matter to any one. If it should leak out, Mr. Frost might hear of it, and prepare for it.”

β€œYou may trust me for that, father,” said John, very decidedly; β€œI want to see Frank Frost's proud spirit humbled. Perhaps he'll feel like putting on airs after that.”

From the conversation which has just been chronicled it will be perceived that John was a worthy son of his father; and, though wanting in affection and cordial good feeling, that both were prepared to join hands in devising mischief to poor Frank and his family. Let us hope that the intentions of the wicked may be frustrated.





CHAPTER VIII. DISCOURAGED AND ENCOURAGED

In a small village like Rossville

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