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well. It shall be done. I know my business."

      "And I know mine," returned the tavern-keeper.

      On the next day, Mr. Bacon was formally notified that proceedings had been instituted for the satisfaction of the mortgage. This was bringing the threatened evil before his eyes in the most direct aspect. In considerable alarm and perturbation, he called over to see Dyer.

      "You cannot mean to press this matter on to the utmost extremity," said he, on meeting the tavern-keeper, the hard aspect of whose features gave him little room for hope.

      "I certainly mean to get my three hundred dollars," was replied.

      "Can you not wait until after next harvest?"

      "I have already told you that I want my money now," said Dyer, with affected anger. "If you can pay me, well; if not, I will get my own by aid of the Sheriff."

      "That is a hard saying, Mr. Dyer," returned the farmer, in a subdued voice.

      "Nevertheless, it is a true one, friend Bacon, true as gospel."

      "I haven't the money, nor can I borrow it, Mr. Dyer."

      "Your misfortune, not mine. Though I must say, it is a little strange."

      "What is strange?"

      "That a man who has lived in this community as long as you have, can't find a friend willing to loan him three hundred dollars to save his farm from the Sheriff. There's something wrong."

      Yes, there was something wrong, and poor old Mr. Bacon felt it now more deeply than ever. Another feeble effort at remonstrance was made, when Mr. Dyer coldly referred him to Grant the lawyer, who had now entire control of the business. But he did not go to him. He felt that to do so would be utterly useless.

      Regular proceedings were entered upon for the settlement of the mortgage, and hurried to an issue as speedily as possible. It was all in vain that Mr. Bacon sought to borrow three hundred dollars, or to find some person willing to take the mortgage on his farm, and let him continue to pay the interest. It was a season when few had money to spare, and those who could have advanced the sum required, hesitated about investing it where there was little hope of getting the amount back again except by execution and sale. For, Mr. Bacon, in consequence of his intemperance, was steadily running behindhand; and all his neighbours knew it.

      The effect of this trouble on the mind of Mr. Bacon was to cause him to drink harder than before. His cheerful temper gave place to a silent moodiness, when in partial states of sobriety, which where now of rare occurrence, and he lost all interest in things around him. A greater part of his time was spent in wandering restlessly about his house or farm, but he put his hand to scarcely any work.

      Deeply distressed were Mrs. Bacon and Mary. Each of them had called, at different times on Mr. Dyer, in the hope of moving him by persuasion to turn from his purpose.

      But, only in one way would he agree to an amicable settlement, and that was, by taking the farm for the mortgage and three hundred dollars cash; by which means he would come into possession of property worth from twelve to fifteen hundred dollars. This offer he repeated to Mary, who was the last to call upon him in the hope of turning him from his purpose.

      "No! Mr. Dyer," said the young girl firmly, even while tears were in her eyes. "My father will not let the place go at a third of its real value."

      "He over-estimates its worth," replied Dyer, with some impatience, "and he'll find this out when it comes under the hammer."

      "You will not, I am sure you will not, sacrifice my father's little place,—the home of his children," said Mary, in an appealing voice.

      "I shall certainly let things take their course," replied the tavern-keeper. "Tell your father, from me, that he has nothing to hope for from any change in my purpose, and that he need make no more efforts to influence me. I will buy the place, as I said, for six hundred dollars, its full value, or I will sell it for my claim."

      And saying this, the man left, abruptly, the room in which his interview with Mary was held, and she, hopeless of making any impression on his feelings, arose and retired from the house, taking, with a sad heart, her way homeward. Never before had Mary, a gentle-hearted, quiet, retiring girl, been forced into such rough contact with the world at any point. Of this act of intercession for her father, Mr. Bacon knew nothing. Had she dropped (sic) a a word of her purpose in his hearing, he would have uttered a positive interdiction. He loved Mary as the apple of his eye, and she loved him with a tender, self-devoted affection. To him, she was a choice and beautiful flower, and even though his mind had become, in a certain degree, degraded and debased by intemperance, there was in it a quick instinct of protection when any thing approached his child.

      Slowly and thoughtfully, with her eyes bent upon the ground, did Mary Bacon pursue her way homeward; and she was not aware of the approach of footsteps behind her, until a man stood by her side and pronounced her name.

      "Mr. Green!" said she, in momentary surprise, pausing as she looked up.

      Mr. Green was a farmer in easy circumstances, whose elegant and highly cultivated place was only a short distance from her father's residence. He was, probably, the richest man in the neighbourhood of Brookville; though, exceedingly close in all money matters. Mr. Bacon would have called upon him for aid in his extremity, but for two reasons. One was, Mr. Green's known indisposition to lend money, and the other was the fact that he had several times talked to him about his bad drinking habits; at which liberty he had taken offence, and retorted rather sharply for one of his mild temper.

      The colour mounted quickly to Mary's face, as she paused and lifted her eyes to the countenance of Mr. Green. The fact was, she had been thinking about him, and, just at the moment he came to her side, she had fully made up her mind to call upon him before going home.

      "Well Mary," said he, kindly, and he took her hand.

      Mary's lips quivered, but she could not utter a word.

      Mr. Green moved on, still holding her hand, and she moved by his side.

      "I'm sorry to hear," said Mr. Green, "that your father is in trouble. I learned it only an hour ago."

      "That is just what I was coming to see you about," replied Mary, with a boldness of speech that surprised even herself.

      "Indeed! Then you were coming to see me," said Mr. Green, in a voice that was rather encouraging than otherwise.

      "Yes, sir. But father knows nothing of my purpose."

      "Oh! Well, Mary, what is it you wish to say to me?"

      The young girl's bosom was heaving violently. Some moments passed ere she felt calm enough to proceed. Then she said—

      "Mr. Dyer has a mortgage on father's place for three hundred dollars, and is going to sell it."

      "Mr. Dyer is a hard man, and your father should not have placed himself in his power," remarked Mr. Green.

      "Unhappily, he is in his power."

      "So it seems. Well, what do you wish me to do in the case?"

      "To lend me three hundred dollars," said Mary, promptly. Thus encouraged to speak, she did not hesitate a moment.

      "Lend you three hundred dollars! returned Mr. Green, rather surprised at the directness of her request. "For what use?"

      "To pay off this mortgage, of course," replied Mary.

      "But, who will pay me back my money?" inquired Mr. Green.

      "I will," said Mary, confidently. "You! Pray where do you expect to get so much money from?"

      "I expect to earn it," was firmly answered.

      Mr. Green paused, and turning towards Mary, looked earnestly into her young face that was lit up with a beautiful enthusiasm.

      "Earn it, did you say?"

      "Yes, sir, I will earn and pay it back to you, if it takes a lifetime to do it in."

      "How will you earn it, Mary?"

      Mary let her eyes fall to the ground, and stood for a moment or two.

      Then

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