girlish
imagination, and the charm of the forbidden that hung over Old Angus
McRae's son made him a real Prince Charming. She was quite certain
that he needed only to know that she liked him, to be immediately her
slave. He seemed very shy and hard to convince that she cared, but
that was natural, considering the wide difference in their social
positions.

On the Monday morning after her father's arrival home, when he was
ready to go down to the bank, she suddenly appeared, dressed in her
prettiest white gown and announced her intention of accompanying him.

"Well, well, I feel highly flattered," he declared, as they walked down
the garden path together. Then, as he opened the gate for her, he
asked, with a knowing twinkle in his eye, for he was an astute business
man, and accustomed to divining people's motives, "Now, what do you
want to wheedle out of me this morning? You've been for a trip
already, and it can't be a new dress."

She laughed and, as was her way, went straight to the point. "No, it's
a new young man, Daddy. I want you to do something nice for Roderick
McRae. Haven't you a big chunk of business you need a lawyer for?"

Her father frowned. "Tut, tut, if I've got to give some work to every
young man that does you a favour, my business will be gone to the dogs
in a month."

"A favour! Why, Father Graham, he saved my life!" cried the girl
solemnly.

"Yes, dear, I realise that, and I'd like to do something for him. But
Ed Brians, I can't stand. He wants to run everything in the town. He
pretty nearly does, but he's not going to run my business. You mind
that!"

Though Lawyer Ed had completely forgotten the cause of the trouble
between them, Alexander Graham had not. Upon a certain date, years
earlier, the belligerent young elder had tramped into a managers'
meeting, denounced a money-saving scheme of Manager Graham's, and
called the assembled brethren all misers and skinflints. The managers
had succumbed, in the most friendly manner, all except Sandy Graham.
He had resigned instead, and had tended his grievance carefully until,
from a small shoot, in ten years it had grown up into a flourishing
tree with deep and tenacious roots.

There was another cause of dissension, too. Alexander Graham had a
brother named William, a lawyer, who lived in New York and was reputed
fabulously wealthy. And he was an old and staunch friend of Lawyer Ed,
who could not and would not be moved from hi