to oblige you, and besides I got a chance at the Monroe fifty."

"Call to-morrow night," said Mr. Gwynne, and carried the proposal home
to his wife.

The suggestion to break up her home to a woman of Mrs. Gwynne's type
is almost shattering. In the big world full of nameless terrors the
one spot offering shelter and safety for herself and her family was her
home. But after all, her husband was her great concern, and she could
see he was eager for the change. She made up her mind to the sacrifice
and decided that she would break up the home in Mapleton and with her
husband try again their fortune.

"But four thousand dollars," she said, "is surely a small price."

"Small? I know it is small, but Martin knows I am in a corner. He is a
highway robber."

It was a bitter experience for him to be forced to confess himself a
business failure, and with this bitterness there mingled a feeling of
hostility toward all successful business men. To him it seemed that in
order to win success in business a man must become, like Mr. Martin,
a highway robber. In this mood of bitterness and hostility toward
successful men, Mr. Sleighter found him the next day.

"Couldn't find you at the store," said that gentleman, walking in with
his hat on his head. "I wanted to get this business straightened up,
so I just came in. Won't take more than five minutes. I guess you won't
mind taking a little check from me. Your business turned out better than
that fool of an assignee thought. Don't hurt me any, of course. I got