name and my daughters hiring out for barely enough to keep rags on
their bodies. Say, what do you think--"

"I am afraid the courts are the only place to settle a matter upon
which two parties disagree," Saunders said, diplomatically, though a
frown of sympathy lay on his handsome dark face.

"The courts be damned!" the old man growled, pounding the floor with
his stick. "I _did_ take it to law. I spent the twelve thousand and
odd dollars that I rescued from the ruin in suing him, only to
discover that the law itself favors the shyster who has money and is
sharp enough to circumvent it."

"I am sorry, but there is absolutely nothing I can do to help you, Mr.
Henderson," Saunders said, lamely. "Of course, I mean in regard to
this particular matter. If you are in want, however, and any
reasonable amount would be of service to you--why, on my own account I
am willing--"

"I don't mean that," the old man broke in, tremulously. "You are very
kind. I know you would help me, you show it in your face; but I don't
want that sort of thing. It is--is my rights I'm after. I--I can't
face my children after the way I acted. I simply trusted Mostyn with
my all--my life's blood--don't you see? I remember when I was
hesitating, and a neighbor had hinted that Mostyn was too high a
flyer--going with fast women and the like--to be quite safe--I
remember, I say, that the commandment 'Judge not that ye be not
judged' came in my head, and I refused to listen to a word against
him. But you see how it ended."