good."

"Why despair, John? I've a notion that if you give Don Mike fifty
thousand dollars to confirm Loustalot in the lease, he will forget his
enmity and agree to the lease. That would, at least, prevent a
law-suit."

Parker's face brightened.

"I might do that," he assented. "The title will remain in Farrel's
name for another year, and I have always believed that half a loaf was
better than none at all. If young Farrel subscribes to the same
sentiments, all may yet go nicely."

"Fifty thousand dollars would be rather a neat sum to save out of the
wreck," she observed, sagely. "He seems quite a reasonable young man."

"I like him," Parker declared. "I like him ever so much."

"So do I, John. He's an old-fashioned gentleman."

"He's a he man--the sort of chap I'd like to see Kay married to some
day."

Mrs. Parker looked searchingly at her husband.

"He told Kay he was half greaser, John. Would you care to have our
little daughter married to that sort of man?"

"How like a woman! You always take the personal viewpoint. I said I'd