Quincy carried Uncle Ike up stairs to his room and told him he would
come some day and have a good old-fashioned talk with him.

They walked home slowly, Maude admiring the moonlight night and the
cool, scented air. When they reached their own room, after seeing
Maude to hers, Alice repeated to her husband her conversation with
Uncle Ike.

"You must do something to cheer him up, Quincy. Promise me, won't
you?"

"Yes, I promise. I hope I won't forget to perform it as I have in one
instance."

"Why--what?"

"Do you remember that young man at the Town Hall--Arthur Scates? He's
in consumption. I told him to come to the State House and I would see
that he had proper treatment. He hasn't been--or perhaps he has since
I've been away, but I will see him to-morrow."

Alice looked up at him approvingly. "Quincy, I agree with you that
the real value of money is found in the good that can be done with
it."




CHAPTER VII