Frank's Campaign; Or, The Farm and the Camp by Jr. Horatio Alger (short novels in english .TXT) π
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βI leave it to your conscience, Squire Haynes, whether his charges are not deserved. I do not like to think ill of any man, but your course is very suspicious.β
βMadam,β said Squire Haynes, now thoroughly enraged, βyou are a woman, and can say what you please; but as for this young rascal, I'll beat him within an inch of his life if I ever catch him out of your presence.β
βHe is under the protection of the laws,β said Mrs. Frost composedly, βwhich you, being a lawyer, ought to understand.β
βI'll have no mercy on you. I'll sell you up root and branch,β said Squire Haynes, trembling with passion, and smiting the floor with his cane.
βAt all events the house is ours to-day,β returned Mrs. Frost, with dignity, βand I must request you to leave us in quiet possession of it.β
The squire left the house in undignified haste, muttering threats as he went.
βGood, mother!β exclaimed Frank admiringly. βYou turned him out capitally. But,β he added, an expression of dismay stealing over his face, βwhat shall we do?β
βWe must try to obtain a loan,β said Mrs. Frost, βI will go and see Mr. Sanger, while you go to Mr. Perry. Possibly they may help us. There is no time to be lost.β
An hour afterward Frank and his mother returned, both disappointed. Mr. Sanger and Mr. Perry both had the will to help but not the ability. There seemed no hope left save in Mr. Morton. At six o'clock the stage rolled up to the gate.
βThank Heaven! Mr. Morton has come!β exclaimed Frank eagerly.
Mr. Morton got out of the stage, and with him a feeble old man, or such he seemed, whom the young man assisted to alight. They came up the gravel walk together.
βHow do you do, Frank?β he said, with a cheerful smile.
βWe are in trouble,β said Frank. βSquire Haynes is going to foreclose the mortgage to-morrow.β
βNever mind!β said Mr. Morton. βWe will be ready for him. He can't do either of us any more mischief, Frank. His race is about run.β
A heavy weight seemed lifted from Frank's heart. For the rest of the day he was in wild spirits. He asked no questions of Mr. Morton. He felt a firm confidence that all would turn out for the best.
CHAPTER XXXII. TURNING THE TABLES
The next morning Mr. Morton made inquiries of Frank respecting the mortgage. Frank explained that a loan of four hundred dollars would enable him to cancel it.
βThat is very easily arranged, then,β said Henry Morton.
He opened his pocketbook and drew out four crisp new United States notes, of one hundred dollars each.
βThere, Frank,β said he; βthat will loosen the hold Squire Haynes has upon you. I fancy he will find it a little more difficult to extricate himself from my grasp.β
βHow can I ever thank you, Mr. Morton?β said Frank, with emotion.
βIt gives me great pleasure to have it in my power to be of service to you, Frank,β said his friend kindly.
βWe will have a mortgage made out to you,β continued Frank.
βNot without my consent, I hope,β said Mr. Morton, smiling.
Frank looked puzzled.
βNo, Frank,β resumed Mr. Morton, βI don't care for any security. You may give me a simple acknowledgment of indebtedness, and then pay me at your leisure.β
Frank felt with Justice that Mr. Morton was acting very generously, and he was more than ever drawn to him.
So passed the earlier hours of the forenoon.
About eleven o'clock Squire Haynes was observed approaching the house. His step was firm and elastic, as if he rejoiced in the errand he was upon. Again he lifted the knocker, and sounded a noisy summons. It was in reality a summons to surrender.
The door was opened again by Mrs. Frost, who invited the squire to enter. He did so, wondering at her apparent composure.
βThey can't have raised the money,β thought he apprehensively. βNo, I am sure the notice was too short.β
Frank was in the room, but Squire Haynes did not deign to notice him, nor did Frank choose to make advances. Mrs. Frost spoke upon indifferent subjects, being determined to force Squire Haynes to broach himself the business that had brought him to the farm.
Finally, clearing his throat, he said: βWell, madam, are you prepared to cancel the mortgage which I hold upon your husband's farm?β
βI hope,β said Mrs. Frost, βyou will give us time. It is hardly possible to obtain so large a sum in twenty-four hours.β
βThey haven't got it,β thought the squire exultingly.
βAs to that,β he said aloud, βyou've had several years to get ready in.β
βHave you no consideration? Remember my husband's absence, and I am unacquainted with business.β
βI have already told you,β said the squire hastily, βthat I require the money. I have a note to pay, andβββ
βCan you give us a week?β
βNo, I must have the money at once.β
βAnd if we cannot pay?β
βI must foreclose.β
βWill that give you the money any sooner? I suppose you would have to advertise the farm for sale before you could realize anything, and I hardly think that car be accomplished sooner than a week hence.β
βThe delay is only a subterfuge on your part,β said the squire hotly. βYou would be no better prepared at the end of a week than you are now.β
βNo, perhaps not,β said Mrs. Frost quietly.
βAnd yet you ask me to wait,β said the squire indignantly. βOnce for all, let me tell you that all entreaties are vain. My mind is made up to foreclose, and foreclose I will.β
βDon't be too sure of that,β interrupted Frank, with a triumphant smile.
βHa, young impudence!β exclaimed the squire, wheeling round. βWho's to prevent me, I should like to know?β
βI am,β said Frank boldly.
The squire fingered his cane nervously. He was very strongly tempted to lay it on our hero's back. But he reflected that the power was in his hands, and that he was sure
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