he, I'd do it."

"I believe you would, Elihu; but there's some difference between
you and him."

"Maybe the squire would lend you money to buy a cow. He always
keeps money to lend on high interest."

Mr. Walton reflected a moment, then said slowly, "I must have a
cow, and I don't know of any other way, but I hate to go to him."

"He's the only man that's likely to have money to lend in town."

"Well, I'll go."

"Good luck to you, neighbor Walton."

"I need it enough," said Hiram Walton, soberly. "If it comes, it'll
be the first time for a good many years."

"Well, I'll be goin', as I can't do no more good."

Hiram Walton went into the house, and a look at his face told his
wife the news he brought before his lips uttered it.

"Is she dead, Hiram?"

"Yes, the cow's dead. Forty dollars clean gone," he said, rather
bitterly.