Making His Mark. Alger Horatio Jr.

but I've been too busy in my business to use one. I don't think I've been in a boat for five years. Did my sister give it to you?"

      "No," answered Gerald, hastily; "it was a gift from my father."

      "I suppose, from what Melindy says, he left you most of his property?"

      "She doesn't say that to me. She says it is all hers, and that I am entirely dependent upon her."

      "Whew! Well, that beats all. Wasn't your father friendly to you?"

      "I always found him the best of fathers, and that makes me wonder at his leaving me dependent upon Mrs. Lane."

      Alonzo Crane looked thoughtful.

      "You don't suspect nothing?" he said, interrogatively.

      "What should I suspect?" asked Gerald.

      "Well," said Alonzo, slowly, "Melindy always was tricky. She was always set on gettin' money, and I don't think she'd be over scrupulous. There might be such a thing as forgin' a will, though I don't know as I ought to say that considerin' that Melindy is my sister."

      "Thank you for suggesting it, at any rate, Mr. Crane. The time may come when I shall look into the matter. At present I am only a boy–"

      "And a boy ain't no match for a woman like Melindy. Oh, she's cunning! What do you think she said to get rid of lendin' me any money?"

      "I can't guess."

      "She said that she must provide for you."

      Gerald smiled, bitterly.

      "Because it would serve her purpose," he responded. "She has given Abel my place in the house. She has taken from me the large room I have for years occupied—given it to Abel—and put me in a small hall bedroom adjoining."

      "That's too bad! Abel is a mean, conceited little upstart, who don't treat me half decent, though he would more than once have gone without a meal but for the help I gave his mother."

      "Has Mrs. Lane refused to loan you money to rebuild your shop?"

      "Yes; she won't think of it. She says I must have been careless, or the fire wouldn't have happened. It hasn't done much good to come to Portville. The only pleasure I've got out of it is meeting you."

      "Thank you, Mr. Crane. I wish your sister were more like you."

      "I'm a rough man, Gerald. There ain't much polish about me, but nobody can charge me with being mean and ungrateful. Some time I hope you'll come and see me."

      "Thank you, Mr. Crane. It may come about some day. Is there no one in your town who will lend you money to rebuild your shop?"

      "No; there ain't much money in Hillsdale. It's just a common country town, and the people are mostly farmers. I don't know what to do." And a look of sadness overspread his rugged countenance.

      "You are no worse off than I am, Mr. Crane. I have lost an indulgent father, and am left dependent upon a woman I cannot like or respect."

      "It does seem hard."

      "But I have faith that some time things will come out for the best."

      Gerald spoke gravely and calmly. He had been brought up to trust in God, and to have faith in His goodness. His words, young as he was, seemed to have a cheering effect on Mr. Crane.

      "You're right, Gerald," he said, "and I'll try to believe things are comin' out right, though I can't see how."

      "Why did you leave the house so soon, Mr. Crane? I thought you would have a long conversation with your sister and Abel."

      "I thought so, too, but Melindy didn't seem to hanker much after my company. About fifteen minutes after you went out, she said: 'I shall have to leave you, as I have an errand in the village. Perhaps Abel will stay with you?'"