“How much will save you?” asked Andrew.

“I must have five or six thousand dollars in as many days,” replied Mr. Howland.

“This package of money will serve you then, for it contains ten thousand dollars,” said Andrew.  “Take it.”

“I cannot rob you thus,” returned Mr. Howland, in a broken voice, as he still drew back.

“Let me have that note, my friend.”  Andrew now turned to the Notary, who did not hesitate to exchange the merchant’s promise to pay, for three five hundred dollar bills of a solvent bank.

A brief but earnest and affectionate interview then took place between Andrew and his father, which closed with a request from the former that he might be permitted to see his mother alone, and spend with her the few hours that remained until evening, before the latter joined them.

CHAPTER XIII.

It is nine years since Mrs. Howland looked her last look on her wayward, wandering boy, and eight years since any tidings came from him to bless her yearning heart.  She appears older by almost twenty years, and moves about with a quiet drooping air, as if her heart were releasing itself from its hold on earthly objects, and reaching out its tendrils for a higher and surer support.  With the exception of Martha, the youngest, all her children have given her trouble.  Scarcely one of the sweet hopes cherished by her heart, when they first lay in helpless innocence upon her bosom, have been realized.  Disappointment—­disappointment—­has come at almost every step of her married life.  The iron hand of her husband has crushed almost every thing.  Ah! how often and often, as she breathed the chilling air of her own household, where all was constrained propriety, would her heart go back to the sunny home in which were passed the happy days of girlhood, and wish that something of the wisdom and gentleness that marked her father’s intercourse with his children could be transferred to her uncompromising husband.  But that was a vain wish.  The two men had been cast in far different moulds.

Martha, now in her eighteenth year, was more like her mother than any of the children, and but for the light of her presence Mrs. Howland could hardly have kept her head above the waters that were rushing around her.  Toward Martha the conduct of her father had, from the first, been of a mild character compared with his action toward the other children; and this received a still farther modification, when it become apparent even to himself, that by his hardness he had estranged the affections of his elder children, and driven them away.  Gentle and loving in all her actions, she gradually won her way more and more deeply into the heart of her father, until she acquired a great influence over him.  This influence she had tried to make effectual in bringing about a reconciliation between him and her sister’s husband; but, up to this time, her good offices were not successful.  The