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crew about me to help me. What
shall I do?"
Always ready and accomodating,
Jack brushed past the hedge.
"Hello, old man," he hailed brisk
ly. "What's the trouble now?"
The old man started and stared. He
looked suspicious and embarrassed.
"Nothing," he replied dubiously.
"Stranger, aren't you?"
"In these parts, yes," said Jack.
"You see," the selfish faced old
man remarked, "I want to dig a hole
to bury a pet dog of mine. Getting
old, ah, me! too old to work."
"Let me help you."
So Jack went hastily at work. He
dug the hole as ordered. '
"What shall I pay you?" inquired
"Why, nothing," replied Jack. "If
you could give me work, though "
"Eh?" retorted the other, calcu
latingly studying Jack. "Would you
"For anything to keep out of mis
chief, yes," declared Jack.
"All right," said the old man.
"Keep down the road till you come to
the first house. I live there. I'm Abel
Drake. You wait till I come and I'll
set you at work. I've left my dog
back in the woods, but I'll attend to
"I see," nodded Jack, thinking all
this passing strange, but following
He came to a small, starved-look-ing
farm with a wretched old house
on it As he entered its yard a-girl
came from its stables oarrying a pair
of milk. She looked askance at Jack
who lifted his cap, overcome with her
"I'm waiting for Mr. Drake," he
explained awkwardly. "He's going to
hire me to work for him."
The girl half smiled as she regard
ed his white hands and respectable
attire. Then she invited him to a seat
on the porch and went about her
It seemed to Jack as though his
weary walk and the absence of sleep
had made him light headed, for the
sweet face he had seen seemed float
ing all about him. He was half
asleep when Abel Drake came along.
Jack was hired. It was hard work,
but the labor had its compensation.
The presence of Myrtle Drake, the
granddaughter of the old man, lured
him to stay. He felt himself bewitch
ed by a pleasant, lasting new influ
ence. At the end of a month Jack re
ceived his sparse wages. He calcu
lated the value of the broken eggs
and sent the amount by letter to the
green grocer. He felt the better for
it, an honest act, and soul elevating
he found it
There came a letter from his uncle
shortly afterwards. It read: "I have
learned where you are and of your
honorable act in paying for the mis
chief you wrought Come home. I
But Jack" could not leave Myrtle.
Then one day the old man died. He
had apparently left nothing but the
old farm. Myrtle sadly spoke of go
ing to live with some relatives at a
distance. Jack was uneasy, irreso
lute. He wandered about, thinking,
to come across his uncle in the near
"I've come after you," he advised.
"I want you to return home and set
tle down respectably. I've picked out
a rich wife for you "
"I'm looking for a poor one," inter
rupted Jack in his masterful way,
and told about Myrtle.
Then the old man turned his back
on him and told Jack never again to
show his renegade face in his sight.
Jack went back to the farm, a
mighty resolve working in his mind.
He found Myrtle packing up to leave.
"Sit down with me," he said, "I've
a story to tell you," and he told her
all. Myrtle looked at him with won
"You will not return to your uncle
to wealth, position?" she said.
"Not I," answered Jack sturdily.
"If I had my way, I would stay here
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