Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1869-09-24

cd Immediately to resort to severe meas.
ures.'
: Impossible exclaimed the young man
in surprised and excited tone, you are
very much mistaken 1t is not due till
the 2sth, it is now but the 18th. At that
time, ii sell the piece of land partly
expect to do, hope, with some other
money coming in, to be able TO pay it.
You arc laboring under singular mis-
take. young man. Here is the mortgage
you can see for yourself that it is the
18TH
Let me see it,
The figures danced upon the page. He
passed his hands over his eyes and calm
ed himself with great effort. He grew
ashy pale rs he read
1T reads so. certainly, but | can't un-
derstand it. He went to the desk. Here
is memorandum my father made Of the
circumstances, and it is the 2Sth, and he
was n sure, methodcal man, and would
not be likely to make a mistake, that
might be fraught with very important
and evil consequences to him. | believe
"a sudden suspicion coming into his
mind, as he detected lurking triumph in
Squire Johns eye, Il believe there's some
vilainy abont this matter and that You
are at the bottom of it. he exclaimed
excitedly, fixing his eye firmly on the
lawyer. who changed color in spite of
himself.
BE careful what You say, young man,
as YOU may get yourself into trouble he
said angrily.
Yes, sir, ! believe that you are n base
villain. remember that YOU are the
lawyer who made out the mortgage at
the time, and know that You have been
for years aching to get hold OF this prop
erty. If there is any justice in law, you
shall be exposed
In the meantime You had better have
the money ready coolly and insultingly
replied Mr.. Johns.
That is impossible rs you know You
knew very well that could not raise so
much money in two days, when you laid
your diabolical plans
Then you know the consequences.
"And what is to become Of my young
sisters"
81 neither know nor care. That is your
lookout"
The young man strove to repress his
passion. Squire Johns, by the 2sth |
can pay this debt, expect"
That will do You no good. 1t mu st
be ready by day after tomorrow, or |
take possession l might have shown
You mercy but for ms n atoms Now,
none,"
THAT is false, liar! villain and you
know it. You never showed mercy in
your life. You have won your i'll COTTON
wealth by robbing the widow and the
latherless. If you take this property,
may it bring you to curse with it, now
and evermore But while it is in my
hands I'll kick you from it, YOU dastardly
scoundrel."
! The Squire was small man rs well rs
coward, and while he was being
ignominiously elected from the house by
the angry and excited young man, Hctty
was crouched down close TO Millie, pale
and frightened. Eva was sobbing in her
lap. and Millie-it would be difficult to
describe her feelings.
Ben did not come into the room for
sometime aiterward. When he did, he
looked haggard and aged, and was pass
ing through hastily, asifto escape notice,
when Millie, business-likc and straight
forward little girl that she was, began.
"Mr Hazwell, | want to talk with you
few minutes. There would be no use
! in pretending that l haven't heard what
you and Squire Johns have been saying,
for have heard every word. think !
know of some one who can help ou but
first may ask you few qucstions'" ?"
Ben at first looked displeased and
naughty; but her kind, straightforward
manner disarmed him. He bowed as
sent.
"What is the amount OF this mortgage"
1.-Two thousand dollars and interest"
was the briefreply.
"What is the total value of the farm? ?"
INV father valued it at ten thousand
dollars"
"Arc there other mortgages ?"
None"
Very well; I'm quite positive | know
some one who can loan you the money.
am Millie Warner. Call on me to-mor-
row, at my cousins, Mrs. Sanford's."
Ben's dreams were strangely mixed up
that night with mortgages and hazel
eyes. The next day was long time OF
suspense and anxiety, and early in the
evening found him at the Sanford'swhere
he was received by Millie herself
The.next morning accompanied by a
ncighbor, he called on Squire Johns.
"He w2s at breakfast" the servant
said.
An angry light shown in Squire Johns
cold grey eye, when he heard who was
his visitor.
How dare he come? warrant,
though, the chap isn't quite so high and
mighty as he was the last time saw him.