""Surely he won"t foreclose?"
""Surely he will," returned Conrad. "Old Grant will have to leave the farm and go to the poorhouse, or, at any rate, to some small place like the Sam Martin house. It contains four rooms, and is good enough for a bankrupt."
"This made me uneasy. I hope, Andy, you will find some friend who will be able and willing to advance money to pay the mortgage when it falls due. I hear Squire Carter is treating with a city man to buy the place. He evidently feels sure that it will come into his possession."
When Andy read this portion of the letter he smiled.
"I suspect Conrad and his father will be disappointed," he said to himself. "The city man will have to look elsewhere for an investment."
One day Andy had a pleasant surprise. Just in front of him on Broadway he saw a figure that looked familiar.
The tall, bent form, and long white hair he recognized at once as belonging to Dr. Crabb, the princ.i.p.al of Penhurst Academy.
He pressed forward.
"Dr. Crabb!" he exclaimed. "It is long since we have met. I hope you are well."
Dr. Crabb surveyed him with a puzzled look; Andy had grown so much that he could not place him.
"I suppose you are one of my old pupils," he said, "but I shall have to ask your name."
"Don"t you remember Andy Grant?"
"Bless my soul! is it possible? Why, you have grown much taller and larger."
"Yes, sir; I don"t want to stand still."
"And what are you doing now?"
"I am in business in this city."
"That is well, but it is a great pity you could not have remained at school."
"I thought so myself at the time I left, but I"m quite reconciled to the change now."
"Doubtless you are doing your duty, wherever you are. In what business are you engaged?"
"I am in a real estate office."
"I hope you are making fine wages?"
"I receive fifteen dollars a week."
"Bless my soul! Why, that is all I pay my head a.s.sistant. You must be giving great satisfaction. And how is your father?"
"He is pretty well, sir; but his loss of property has worn upon him."
"Naturally. Did I not understand that he had to mortgage his farm."
"Yes, sir."
"I hope there is no danger of foreclosure?"
"There might be, sir; but when the danger comes I shall be able to help him."
"I am not much of a capitalist, Andy. I understand Latin and Greek better than I do investments, but if a loan of a few hundred dollars will help him I shall be willing to let him have it."
"Thank you very much, Dr. Crabb, but my employer, Mr. Crawford, will give me all the help I need."
"I am truly pleased to hear it. I wish you were able to return to the academy. You were our _primus_, and I did not like to spare you. You might in time have succeeded me."
"I hope it will be a long time before you require a successor, doctor. I shall confine my ambitions to succeeding in my business."
CHAPTER x.x.xV.
THE RETURN OF AN OLD FRIEND.
One afternoon Andy was busy writing in the office when he heard himself called by name, and, looking up, saw Walter Gale, who had just entered.
"Mr. Gale!" he exclaimed, joyfully, rising and grasping the hands of his friend.
"So you know me? Upon my word, you have grown so that I find it difficult to recognize you."
"Yes, I believe I have grown taller."
"And more manly. I need not ask if you are well. Your appearance answers that question."
"I was never better."
"And you enjoy your work?"
"Immensely. But when did you reach the city?"
"This morning. As you see, I have lost no time in looking you up."
"Shall you stay here now?"
"Yes," answered Gale, gravely; "my poor uncle is dead. His sickness was a painful one, and he is better off."
"I am glad you are to be in the city. I hope to see you often."
"You will, if I can have my way. I have hired a handsome and roomy flat on Madison Avenue, and I expect you to come and live with me."
"I shall be delighted to do so if you will let me pay my share of the expenses."