"
"Well I am his son, and I have come to liquidate my father's debt. Here
is the money with interest for twelve years."
Paul's heart gave a sudden bound of joy. Strong man as he was a mist
gathered in his eyes as he reached out his hand to receive the thrice
welcome sum. He looked at the clock, it was just fifteen minutes to
three.
"Will you walk with me to the bank or wait till I return?"
"I will wait," said James Smith, taking up the morning paper.
* * * * *
"You are just in time, Mr. Clifford," said the banker smiling and
bowing as Paul entered, "I was afraid your note would be protested; but
it is all right."
"Yes," said Paul, "the money market is very tight, but I think I shall
weather the storm."
"I hope so, you may have to struggle hard for awhile to keep your head
above the water; but you must take it for your motto that there is no
such word as 'fail.'"
"Thank you, good morning."
"Well Mr. Smith," said Paul when he returned, "your father and mine were
boys together.
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