His courtship . d Mrs. Morningstar. I spent the greater part of last night In thehaunted room and, he said with mysterious signifi-cance, I learned things. Four thousand dollarswas found on the child when you took charge ofher. You will pay three thousand dollars to Eunicewithin a week. If you make any difficulty about It,I shall exact her back pay—two dollars a weekfor the past five years and Interest on the threethousand dollars for nineteen years. See here,Morningstar! He rose, and with his hands In his pockets,strolled over to the settee and towered over theshrinking figure of the little f
His courtship . d Mrs. Morningstar. I spent the greater part of last night In thehaunted room and, he said with mysterious signifi-cance, I learned things. Four thousand dollarswas found on the child when you took charge ofher. You will pay three thousand dollars to Eunicewithin a week. If you make any difficulty about It,I shall exact her back pay—two dollars a weekfor the past five years and Interest on the threethousand dollars for nineteen years. See here,Morningstar! He rose, and with his hands In his pockets,strolled over to the settee and towered over theshrinking figure of the little farmer. I am not aman to waste words or enter Into useless mean just what I say. I am going to befriend thisyoung girl and see that she gets her rights. Ilearned some things in your haunted room lastnight which have given me the power, I think, todo so. Now I give you just a week to make up yourmind. If you cant come to the point by that time,Ill help you—by means of a law-suit. Do youunderstand?. And towered over the shrinking figure ofthe little farmer HIS COURTSHIP 209 You must be crazy! Mornlngstar chokinglyexclaimed. Pay that there girl three thou-sand dollars! Moren our OUieU git till she gitsmarried aready! Why it would leave us pooryet! You have no right to be rich on other peoples money. The three thousand dollars belongs to Eunice. Now dont make any fuss, or Ill exact , nineteen years interest besides. You must pay the money. Thats settled. Well, I wont! Go ahead with your law-suit! Morningstar retorted, his face apoplectic. I never thought. Doc, youd turn on us likethis here—or Id certnly never took you toboard! lamented Mrs. Morningstar, her cheeksvery white. Im not turning on you, Mrs. helping you to clear your consciences and dothe honest thing to that orphan girl. It is really notso much for the girls sake—she may not need themoney (though again, she may), but for your Im-mortal souls sake. What do you mean—^she maynt need it?
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