dollars to surrender the house and get out of Stanley Junction. Decline that, and fail to pay me the interest due to-day, and I'll close down on you—I'll sell you out!"
"Can he do it?" whispered Ralph, in an anxious tone.
"No, Ralph," said his mother. "Mr. Farrington, I believe I have thirty days in which to pay the interest?"
"It's due to-day."
"I believe I have thirty days," went on the widow quietly. "It is the first time I have been delinquent. I have even now within twenty dollars of the amount. Before the thirty days are over you shall have your money."
"I'll serve you legal notice before night!" growled Farrington—"I don't wait on promises, I don't!"
There were hot words hovering on Ralph's lips. It would do him good, he felt, to give the heartless old capitalist a piece of his mind. A glance from his mother checked him.
She was the gracious, courteous lady in every respect as she ushered her unpleasant visitor from the house.
Her heart was full in more ways than one as she returned to the little sitting room. A predominating emotion filled her thoughts. She
