114 A GOOD INVESTMENT.

 

Mr. Davis smiled encouragingly.

“Tf that is all,” said he, “there is no
difficulty in the way. I can easily get you
the money.”

Mr. Winslow started, and a warm flush
went over his face.

“Why didn’t you come to me,” asked
Mr. Davis, “the moment you found your-
self in such a difficulty? Surely!” and his
voice slightly trembled, “surely you did
not think it possible for me to forget the
past! Do not I owe you every thing ?—and
would I not be one of the basest of men, if
I forgot my obligation? If your need were
twice fifteen thousand, and it required the
division of my last dollar with you, not a
hair of your head should be injured. I did
not believe it was possible for you to get
into an extremity like this, until I heard
it whispered a little while ago.”

So unexpected a turn in his affairs com-
pletely unmanned Mr. Winslow. He cover-
ed his face and wept for some time, with
the uncontrollable passion of a child.