ought to be in school, and I suppose I overdid. At any rate that was when I had my first shock of paralysis. I never was very strong, and I presume my health was weakened by my teaching school so much, and studying, before I was married. But that doesn't matter now, and hasn't for many a year. The place was clear of debt, then, but I had to get a mortgage put on it. The savings bank down in the village took it, and we've been paying the interest ever since. My husband died paying it, and my son will pay it all my life, and then I suppose the bank will foreclose. The treasurer was an old playmate of my husband's, and he said that as long as either of us lived, the mortgage could lie."
"How splendid of him!" said Mrs. Makely. "I should think you had been very fortunate."
"I said that you would not see it as we do," said the invalid patiently.
The Altrurian asked: "Are there mortgages on many of the farms in the neighborhood?"
"Nearly all," said Mrs. Camp. "We seem to own them, but in fact they own us."
Mrs. Makely hastened to say: "My husband thinks it's the best way to have your property. If you
