n he?"

"No," I replied.

"Or my brothers?"

"He can't touch any of them without my help. And he'll have work
to get that, I suspect."

"Then why can't you tell me?" demanded Miss Cullen. "Your refusal
makes me think you are keeping back some danger to them."

"Why, Miss Cullen," I said, "I didn't like to tell his threat,
because it seemed--well, I may be wrong, but I thought it might
look like an attempt--an appeal--Oh, pshaw!" I faltered, like a
donkey,--"I can't say it as I want to put it."

"Then tell me right out what he threatened," begged Madge.

"He threatened to get me discharged."

That made Madge look very sober, and for a moment there was
silence. Then she said,--

"I never thought of what you were risking to help us, Mr. Gordon.
And I'm afraid it's too late to--"

"Don't worry about me," I hastened to interject. "I'm a long way
from being discharged, and, even if I should be, Miss Cullen, I
know my business, and it won't be long before I have another
place."

"But it's terrible to think of the injury we may have caused
you," sighed Madge, sadly. "It makes me hate the thought of
money."

"That's a very poor thing to hate," I said, "except the lack of
it."

"Are you so anxious to get rich?" asked Madge, looking up at me
quickly, as we walked,--for we had been pacing up and down the
platform during our chat.

"I haven't been till lately."

"And what made you change?" she questioned.

"Well," I said, fishing round for some reason other than the true
one, "perhaps I want to take a rest."

"You are the worst man for fibs I ever knew," she laughed.

I felt myself getting red, while I exclaimed, "Why, Miss Cullen,
I never set up for a George Washington, but I don't think I'm a
bit worse liar than nine men in--"

"Oh," she cried, interrupting me, "I didn't mean that way. I
meant that when you try to fib you always do it so badly that one
sees right through you. Now, acknowledge that you wouldn't stop
work if you could?"

"Well, no, I wouldn't," I owned up. "The truth is, Miss Cullen,
that I'd like to be rich, because--well, hang it, I don't care if
I do say it--because I'm in love."

Madge laughed at my confusion, and asked, "With money?"

"No," I said. "With just the nicest, sweetest, prettiest girl in
the world."

Madge took a look at me out of the corner of her eye, and
remarked, "It must be breakfast time."

Considering that it was about six-thirty, I wanted to ask who was
te