d Luke, turning to his companion, "lend me five dollars,
can't you?"

"I'm the wrong fellow to ask," said he; "I've got to pay my board and
another bill to-night."

"Oh, let your bills wait."

"And lend you the money? Thank you, I ain't so green. When should I get
the money again?"

"Next week."

"In a horn. No; I want to wear the pants to-morrow. I'm going out to
ride."

"I don't see, unless you fork over the spondulies."

"I can't. I haven't got enough money."

"See Harry Walton."

"I don't believe he has got any. He bought a lot of clothes last week.
They must have cost a pile."

"Can't help it. I saw him open his pocketbook last night and in it was a
roll of bills."

Turning to the tailor, Luke said: "Just lay aside the pants and I'll
come back for them pretty soon."

Mr. Hayden smiled to himself.

"There's nothing like fetching up these fellows with a round turn,"
he said. "'No money, no clothes'--that's my motto. Merrill told me all
about that little bill that sent Luke Harrison over here. He don't run
up any bill with me, if I know myself."

Luke went round to the village store. Harry Walton usually spent a part
of every evening in instructive reading and study; but after a hard
day's work he felt it necessary to pass an hour or so in the open air,
so he came down to the center of center of the village.

"Hello, Walton!" said Luke, accosting him with unusual cordiality. "You
are just the fellow I want to see."

"Am I?" inquired Harry in surprise, for there was no particular
friendship or intimacy between them.

"Yes; I'm going to ask a little favor of you--a mere trifle. Lend me
five or ten dollars for a week. Five will do it, you can't spare more."

Harry shook his head.

"I can't do that, Luke."

"Why not? Haven't you got as much?"

"Yes, I've got it."

"Then why won't you lend it to me?"

"I have little money and I can't run any risk."

"Do you think I won't pay you back?"

"Why do you need to borrow of me? You get much higher wages than I do."

"I want to pay a bill to-night. I didn't think you'd be so
unaccommodating."

"I shouldn't be willing to lend to anyone," said Harry.

"The money isn't mine. I am going to send it home."

"A great sight you are!" sneered Luke. "I wanted to see just how mean
you were. You've got the money in your pocket but you won't lend it."

This taunt did not particularly disturb Harry. There is a large class
like Luke, who offended at being