d borrowed Pacer to go to the Junction,
but had come in with the horse steaming, and looking as if he had been
driven a much longer distance than that. Father said that when he got
done, Jacobs had sunk down all in a heap on the stable floor with his
hands over his face. Father left him to have it out with himself, and
went to the house.

"The next morning, Jacobs looked just the same as usual, and went about
with the other men doing his work, but saying nothing about going West.
Late in the afternoon, a farmer going by hailed father, and asked if
he'd heard the news. Old Miser Jerrold's box had been left on his door
step some time through the night, and he'd found it in the morning. The
money was all there, but the old fellow was so cute that he wouldn't
tell any one how much it was. The neighbors had persuaded him to bank
it, and he was coming to town the next morning with it, and that night
some of them were going to help him mount guard over it. Father told
the men at milking time, and he said Jacobs looked as unconscious as
possible However, from that day there was a change in him. He never told
father in so many words that he'd resolved to be an honest man, but his
actions spoke for him. He had been a kind of sullen, unwilling fellow,
but now he turned handy and obliging, and it was a real trial to father
to part with him."

Miss Laura was intensely interested in this story. "Where is he now,
Cousin Harry?" she asked, eagerly. "What became of him?"

Mr. Harry laughed in such amusement that I stared up at him, and even
Fleetfoot turned his head around to see what the joke was. We were going
very slowly up a long, steep hill, and in the clear, still air, we could
hear every word spoken in the buggy.

"The last part of the story is the best, to my mind," said Mr. Harry,
"and as romantic as even a girl could desire. The affair of the stolen
box was much talked about along Sudbury way, and Miss Jerrold got to be
considered quite a desirable young person among some of the youth near
there, though she is a frowsy-headed creature, and not as neat in her
personal attire as a young girl should be. Among her suitors was Jacobs.
He cut out a blacksmith and a painter, and several young farmers, and
father said he never in his life had such a time to keep a straight
face, as when Jacobs came to him this spring, and said he was going to
marry old Miser Jerrold's daughter. He wanted to quit father's employ,
and he thanked him