nly when he heard Meadows
say, "You know I am a director of that bank," that his attention was
sharply arrested.

"Farnsworth is cashier," continued Meadows. "He ought to have resigned
long ago, but he isn't that sort of a man. So he's at last taken to bed,
has he? Some complication of the heart, I believe. Won't live long,
and--well, I'll have on hand a hard fight about the filling of his
place. But I didn't hear of that faith-doctor plan before."

"I don't believe they've carried it out," said the club man who had
invited Meadows and who was a stranger to Millard. "Farnsworth wouldn't
agree. I used to dine with Farnsworth often, and my sister knows Mrs.
Farnsworth; they go to the same church. Mrs. Farnsworth has heard of a
Miss Callender that can pray a person up out of the grave almost, and
she's nearly persuaded Farnsworth to send for her. His mind is weakening
a little, and I shouldn't wonder if he did consent to have her pray over
him. The doctors have given him up, and--"

"Who is this Miss Callender?" interrupted Meadows; and though Millard
could not see him he knew that in the very nature of things Meadows's
pugnacious chin must be shoved forward as he asked this.

"She's a young woman that won't take any money for her services. That's
the greatest miracle of all," said the other. "If anything could make me
believe her mission supernatural, it would be that."

"Don't you believe it," said Meadows; "don't you believe a word of it.
The dead may be raised, but not for nothing. There's money below it all.
Money makes the mare go"; and Meadows laughed complacently at the
proverb, giving himself credit for it with a notion that adopted wit was
as good as the native born.

"No; she won't have it. I heard that Mrs. Maginnis sent her a check for
curing her little girl, and that she sent it back."

"Wasn't enough," sneered Meadows.

"Well, I believe they tried a larger check with the same result. She
doesn't seem to be an impostor; only a crank."

"These people that refuse money when it's pushed under their noses are
the worst knaves of all," said Meadows. "She knows that Maginnis is very
rich. She's laying for something bigger. She'll get into Mrs. Maginnis
for something handsome. More fool if she doesn't, I say"; and Meadows
laughed in an unscrupulous, under-breath fashion, as of a man who
thought a well-played trick essentially meritorious.

Millard was debating. Should he protest against these words? Or sh