"Pay the mortgage! You can't do it," said the squire exultingly.

"Have you the doc.u.ment with you?" inquired Mrs. Frost.

"Yes, madam."

"Name the amount due on it."

"With interest eight hundred and twenty-four dollars."

"Frank, call in Mr. Morton as a witness."

Mr. Morton entered.

"Now, Frank, you may count out the money."

"What!" stammered the squire, in dismay, "can you pay it."

"We can."

"Why didn't you tell me so in the first place?" demanded Squire Haynes, his wrath excited by his bitter disappointment.

"I wished to ascertain whether your course was dictated by necessity or a desire to annoy and injure us. I can have no further doubt about it."

There was no help for it. Squire Haynes was compelled to release his hold upon the Frost Farm, and pocket his money. He had never been so sorry to receive money before.

This business over, he was about to beat a hurried retreat, when he was suddenly arrested by a question from Henry Morton.

"Can you spare me a few minutes, Squire Haynes?"

"I am in haste, sir."

"My business is important, and has already been too long delayed."

"Too long delayed?"

"Yes, it has waited twelve years."

"I don't understand you, sir," said the squire.

"Perhaps I can a.s.sist you. You know me as Henry Morton. That is not my real name."

"An alias!" sneered the squire in a significant tone.

"Yes, I had my reasons," returned the young man, unmoved.

"I have no doubt of it."

Henry Morton smiled, but did not otherwise notice the unpleasant imputation.

"My real name is Richard Waring."

Squire Haynes started violently and scrutinized the young man closely through his spectacles. His vague suspicions were confirmed.

"Do you wish to know my business with you?"

The squire muttered something inaudible.

"I demand the rest.i.tution of the large sum of money entrusted to you by my father, just before his departure to the West Indies--a sum of which you have been the wrongful possessor for twelve years."

"Do you mean to insult me?" exclaimed the squire, bold in the a.s.surance that the sole evidence of his fraud was undiscovered.

"Unless you comply with my demand I shall proceed against you legally, and you are enough of a lawyer to understand the punishment meted out to that description of felony."

"Pooh, pooh! Your threats won't avail you," said the squire contemptuously. "Your plan is a very clumsy one. Let me suggest to you, young man, that threats for the purpose of extorting money are actionable."

"Do you doubt my ident.i.ty?"

"You may very probably be the person you claim to be, but that won't save you."

"Very well. You have conceded one point."

He walked quietly to the door of the adjoining room, opened it, and in a distinct voice called "James Travers."

At the sound of this name Squire Haynes sank into a chair, ashy pale.

A man, not over forty, but with seamed face, hair nearly white, and a form evidently broken with ill health, slowly entered.

Squire Haynes beheld him with dismay.

"You see before you, Squire Haynes, a man whose silence has been your safeguard for the last twelve years. His lips are now unsealed. James Travers, tell us what you know of the trust reposed in this man by my father."

"No, no," said the squire hurriedly. "It--it is enough. I will make rest.i.tution."

"You have done wisely," said Richard Waring. (We must give him his true name.) "When will you be ready to meet me upon this business?"

"To-morrow," muttered the squire.

He left the house with the air of one who has been crushed by a sudden blow.

The pride of the haughty had been laid low, and retribution, long deferred, had come at last.

Numerous and hearty were the congratulations which Mr. Morton--I mean Mr. Waring--received upon his new accession of property.

"I do not care so much for that," he said, "but my father's word has been vindicated. My mind is now at peace."

There was more than one happy heart at the farm that night. Mr. Waring had accomplished the great object of his life; and as for Frank and his mother, they felt that the black cloud which had menaced their happiness had been removed, and henceforth there seemed prosperous days in store.

To cap the climax of their happiness, the afternoon mail brought a letter from Mr. Frost, in which he imparted the intelligence that he had been promoted to a second lieutenancy.

"Mother," said Frank, "you must be very dignified now, You are an officer's wife."