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βNever mind. I can afford to lose it. I have no doubt he did what he could.β
βBut I have come to pay it, sir,β said Paul.
βYou!β exclaimed 'Squire Conant, in the greatest astonishment.
βYes, sir.β
βWhere did you get the money?β
βI earned it, sir.β
βBut you are very young. How could you have earned so much?β
Paul frankly told the story of his struggles; how for years he had practised a pinching economy, in order to redeem his father's memory from reproach.
'Squire Conant listened attentively.
βYou are a good boy,β he said, at length.
βShall you have anything left after paying this money?β
βNo, sir; but I shall soon earn more.β
βStill, you ought to have something to begin the world with. You shall pay me half the money, and I will cancel the note.β
βBut, sir,βββ
βNot a word. I am satisfied, and that is enough. If I hadn't lent your father the money, I might have invested it with the rest, and lost all.β
'Squire Conant produced the note from a little trunk of papers, and handed it to Paul, who paid him the amount which he had stipulated, expressing at the same time his gratitude for his unexpected generosity.
βNever mind about thanks, my boy,β said 'Squire Conant: βI am afraid I have loved money too well heretofore. I hope I am not too old to turn over a new leaf.β
XXXIV. HOW PAUL GOES BACK TO WRENVILLE.
While 'Squire Conant was speaking, Paul formed a sudden resolution. He remembered that Aunt Lucy Lee was a sister of 'Squire Conant. Perhaps, in his present frame of mind, it might be possible to induce him to do something for her.
βI believe I am acquainted with a sister of yours, 'Squire Conant,β he commenced.
βHa!β exclaimed the 'Squire.
βMrs. Lucy Lee.β
βYes,β was the slow reply; βshe is my sister. Where did you meet her?β
βAt the Wrenville Poorhouse.β
βHow long ago?β
βAbout six years since.β
βIs she there, still?β
βYes, sir. Since I have been in New York, I have heard from her frequently. I am going from here to visit her. Have you any message, sir? I am sure she would be glad to hear from you.β
βShe shall hear from me,β said the 'Squire in a low voice. βSit down, and I will write her a letter which, I hope, will not prove unwelcome.β
Five minutes afterwards he handed Paul an open letter.
βYou may read it,β he said, abruptly.
βYou have been a better friend to my sister than I. You shall witness my late reparation.β
The letter was as follows:ββ
CEDARVILLE, JAN 13, 18β. MY DEAR SISTER:β
I hope you will forgive me for my long neglect. It is not fitting that while I am possessed of abundant means you should longer remain the tenant of an almshouse. I send you by the bearer of this note, Paul Prescott, who, I understand, is a friend of yours, the sum of three hundred dollars. The same sum will be sent you annually. I hope it will be sufficient to maintain you comfortably. I shall endeavor to call upon you soon, and meanwhile remain, Your affectionate brother,
EZEKIEL CONANT.
Paul read this letter with grateful joy. It seemed almost to good to be true. Aunt Lucy would be released from the petty tyranny of Mrs. Mudge's household, and perhapsβhe felt almost sure Aunt Hester would be willing to receive her as a boarder, thus insuring her a peaceful and happy home in her declining years.
βOh, sir,β said he, seizing 'Squire Conant's hand, βyou cannot tell how happy you have made me.β
βIt is what I ought to have done before. Here is the money referred to in the letter,βthree hundred dollars,βmind you don't lose it.β
βI will take every care, sir.β
βYou may tell my sister that I shall be happy to have her write me.β
βI will, sir.β
Paul left 'Squire Conant's house, feeling that he had great cause for joy. The 'Squire's refusal to receive more than half the debt, left him master of over three hundred dollars. But I am not sure whether he did not rejoice even more over the good fortune which had come to Aunt Lucy Lee, whose kindness to him, in his unfriended boyhood, he would ever hold in grateful remembrance. He enjoyed in anticipation the joy which he knew Aunt Lucy would feel when the change in her fortunes was communicated to her. He knew also how great would be the chagrin of Mr. and Mrs. Mudge, when they found that the meek old lady whom they hated was about to be rescued from their clutches. On the whole, Paul felt that this was the happiest day of his life. It was a satisfaction to feel that the good fortune of his early friend was all due to his own intercession.
He was able to take the cars to a point four miles distant from Wrenville. On getting out on the platform he inquired whether there was a livery stable near by. He was directed to one but a few rods distant. Entering he asked, βCan you let me have a horse and chaise to go to Wrenville?β
βYes, sir,β said the groom.
βLet me have the best horse in the stable,β said Paul, βand charge me accordingly.β
βYes, sir,β said the groom, respectfully, judging from Paul's dress and tone that he was a young gentleman of fortune.
A spirited animal was brought out, and Paul was soon seated in the chaise driving along the Wrenville road. Paul's city friends would hardly have recognized their economical acquaintance in the well-dressed young man who now sat behind a fast horse, putting him through his best paces. It might have been a weakness in Paul, but he remembered the manner in which he left Wrenville, an unfriended boy, compelled to fly from persecution under the cover of darkness, and he felt a certain pride in showing the
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