Hurrah! Hurrah! for Yankee wit.

Hurrah! Hurrah! for Cape Ann grit.

It's pluck and dash that's sure to win--"The Horton's in!

The Horton's in!"

--Old Locality.

Polly Candage, covering her emotions with that mask of demureness

which nature lends to the weaker sex for their protection, received a

tumultuous Mayo next morning in the parlor of the cottage.

"I don't know how it has happened. I don't understand it," he exploded.

"I didn't suppose anybody could blast money out of his pocket with

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dynamite--your father said it couldn't be done. But Deacon Rowley has

loaned us five thousand dollars. Here's his check on the Limeport First

National. Only charges six per cent. I'm so weak it was all I could do

to walk up here."

"What did he say to explain it?" inquired Polly, with maiden's curiosity

in learning to what extent of prevarication a deacon would go in order

to make three hundred dollars.

"Wouldn't say much of anything. Handed out this check, said my

indorsement on it would be enough for a receipt, and said your father

and I could sign a joint note later--sometime--when he got around to

it. Have you heard any rumor that the old fellow is losing his mind? But

this check looks good!"

"Well, I think he's been pondering on the matter since father was here.

In fact, Deacon Rowley has said a few things to me," said the girl,

meeting Mayo's gaze frankly. "Not much, of course, but something that

hinted he had a lot of confidence in both of you, seeing that you have

used him nicely in the other business he has done with you. Sometimes,

you know, these hard old Yankees take a liking to somebody and do things

all of a sudden."

"This is sudden, all right enough," stated Mayo, scratching the serrated

edge of the check across his palm as if to make sure it was real and not

a shadow. "Yes, he told me not to mention the note to him till he said

something to us about it himself, and to keep quiet about the loan.

Didn't want others running to him with their schemes."

"And if I were in your place," advised the girl, "I wouldn't tell father

where you got the money--not for a time. You know, he doesn't get along

so very well with Deacon Rowley--old folks sometimes do quarrel so--and

he might be worried, thinking the deacon had some scheme behind this.

But you don't think that way, do you?"




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