think it not honorable to leave them? Thin tell thim
that I have offered ye more and see if they will do the same. I'll give
you a week to see."

"And now, ma'am, I have heard that ye wished to sell. Yere Granddaughter
will marry and this house will be too big for the three of yees. A pretty
apartment on the Park will be far better for ye. What is yere price for
the house?"

"We refused thirty thousand for it in 1900," replied Mrs. Hollister, "and
real estate has increased in value since that."

"Very well," said Mr. Casey, "I know what ye say is true, and I will pay
a fair price. I will give ye fifty thousand for this house, ma'am, and I
will have it remodeled for my girl."

"I will accept," said Mrs. Hollister, in a prompt businesslike way.
"There is no mortgage on the house," she added.

"Yere more of a business woman than yere son. Faith, he's worryin' over
hurtin' feelings of his employers I do be thinkin'," and Mr. Casey laid
back and laughed.

But Archibald felt as though the earth was slowly slipping from under his
feet. His luck was changing too rapidly. It was coming upon him too late
in life, and Mr. Casey! Well, he was indeed the fairy Godfather. He and
his wife had so longed for an apartment overlooking the Park, but
Grandmother would never hear of selling.

"When I die will be time enough," she would say, and now she had actually
seemed glad. And to think she would have fifty thousand dollars to live
on for the rest of her life. Then this new offer from Mr. Casey, double
the salary he was now receiving--it was like a dream. And his girl
engaged to one of the finest men in the West. God was too good to him--he
didn't deserve it.

His wife was overjoyed.

"Oh, Archie," she said "how wonderful it all is. It seems to have
happened since Ethel joined the Camp Fire girls. I'm sure they have
brought her luck. They have brought Nora to us and her dear father,
who has been so generous, and but for the Camp Fire she never would
have met Nora. Isn't it strange?"

Archibald Hollister laid the case before the Company by which he had been
employed for thirty years, not telling how much his new salary was to
be.

"Mr. Hollister," they said, "we can not afford to increase your salary.
To be sure you have served us faithfully, but you are no longer young,
and you know we need young blood in business. There are plenty waiting
for your place."

That was a terrible blow to Archibald. He had not expected to get