That note you burned was only a copy! I have the original with me." "You treacherous rascal!" exclaimed the squire, in great excitement.
"When I have dealings with a knave I am not very scrupulous," said Dinsmore coolly.
"I won't pay the note you have trumped up.

This is a conspiracy." "Then," said Ben, "the note will be placed in the hands of a lawyer." "This is a conspiracy to prevent my foreclosing the mortgage.

But it won't work," said the squire angrily.
"There you are mistaken.

I will pay the mortgage now in the presence of Mr.Dinsmore, and let the other matter be settled hereafter.
Please prepare the necessary papers." Suddenly the squire did as requested.

The money was paid over, and Ben, turning to his mother, said: "Mother, the house is ours once more without incumbrance." "Thank God!" ejaculated the widow.
"Mr.Dinsmore," said Squire Davenport, when the business was concluded, "may I have a private word with you?
Please accompany me to my house." "As you please, sir." When they emerged into the street Squire Davenport said: "Of course this is all a humbug.