"Well, John, father's debt to Mr.Brownwell--the ten-thousand-dollar loan on the house--will be due in August." The young man assented.

And after a moment she sighed, "That is why I'm to be married in August." She stood a moment looking out of the window and cried, "Oh, John, John, isn't there some way out--isn't there, John ?" Barclay rose and limped to her and answered harshly: "Not so long as Bob is a fool--no, Molly.

If he wants to go mooning around releasing those farmers from their mortgages--there's no way out.

But I wouldn't care for a man who didn't think more of me than he did of a lot of old clodhoppers." The girl looked at the hard-faced youth a moment in silence, and turned without a word and left the room.

Barclay floated away on his "Evening Star" and spun out his dream as a spider spins his web, and when Hendricks came into the office for a mislaid paper half an hour later, Barclay still was figuring up profits, and making his web stronger.