ntier maiden,
romantic, emotional, peppery when occasion demanded--just the kind to take
the fancy of an honest soul like "Red." His eyes followed her wherever she
went, as ever. She could not sit down or stand up or open her delicate lips
but that he stared at her, hoping he could be of some service to her.
Sometimes he prayed that some slight accident would befall her in order
that he might prove his devotion. If she would only be sent to jail, that
he could bring her soup and pass it through the bars of her cell! He
dreamed this once, and awakened in a cold perspiration; for Angela (in the
dream) realized his worth then; and the Governor pardoned her, and they
were married at once and lived happily ever afterward. A Freudian lapse,
maybe, and a dream a little too sane, according to the psychologists, to
mean anything much; but rich in hidden meanings for poor "Red." Oh, that it
would come true! She had been so kind and sweet to him this morning.

Hardy ambled into the room, and looked around in the most casual way. His
eye lit upon Uncle Henry first of all, naturally; for he had all but bumped
into him.

"How are you, Smith?" he said. "Evenin'."

And Angela piped up, to both uncle and nephew: "Good evening."

Gilbert bowed. "How do you do? Won't you sit down?" And he pulled out a
chair for Angela.

"No, thanks," Hardy said; but

"Yes, thanks!" his daughter decided, and popped into a seat. "Red" loved
her for it.

Hardy turned to young Jones. "Well?" was all he said. He referred to his
state of health--not that he cared how Gilbert felt.

"Anything but," the latter answered.

Jasper Hardy always went right to the point. He disliked equivocation; so
he rasped out immediately:

"Have you got the money?"

"No."

Angela, who was tender-hearted, tried to intercede.

"Now, father!" she pleaded. She hated this business.

But Hardy paid not the slightest heed to her. He was a man of action, and
women shouldn't interfere--particularly young and pretty girls.

"Then I reckon I'll have to foreclose," he went on relentlessly. "There's
nothing else to do." His hands closed tightly, and his hard eyes looked
even harder.

"I'm afraid you're right," Gilbert said. "I was afraid it would be
inevitable. I couldn't have hoped for anything else."

"I'm sorry," Jasper Hardy announced; but did not mean it.

Gilbert told him so. "Moreover, I know how you got your money," the young
man was not afraid to say.

"I know