“The Hutchinsons are going to sing to- night, Paul,” said Hastings. “Did you ever hear them?”
“No; but I have often wished to.”
“Then suppose we go in.”
“No, I believe not.”
“Why not. Paul? It seems to me you never go anywhere. You ought to amuse yourself now and then.”
“Some other time I will,–not now.”
“You are not required to be at home in the evening, are you?”
“No.”
“Then why not come in now? It’s only twenty-five cents.”
“To tell the truth, Ned, I am saving up my money for a particular purpose; and until that is accomplished, I avoid all unnecessary expense.”
“Going to invest in a house in Fifth Avenue? When you do, I’ll call. However, never mind the expense. I’ll pay you in.”
“I’m much obliged to you, Ned, but I can’t. accept.”
“Why not?”
“Because at present I can’t afford to return the favor.”
“Never mind that.”
“But I do mind it. By-and-by I shall feel more free. Good-night, if you are going in.”
“Good-night, Paul.”
“He’s a strange fellow,” mused Hastings.
“It’s impossible to think him mean, and yet, it looks a great deal like it. He spends nothing for dress or amusements. I do believe that I’ve had three coats since he’s been wearing that old brown one. Yet, he always looks neat. I wonder what he’s saving up his money for.”
Meanwhile Paul went home.
The sexton and his wife looked the same as ever. Paul sometimes fancied that Uncle Hugh stooped a little more than he used to do; but his life moved on so placidly and evenly, that he grew old but slowly. Aunt Hester was the same good, kind, benevolent friend that she had always been. No mother could have been more devoted to Paul. He felt that he had much to be grateful for, in his chance meeting with this worthy couple.
It was the first of January,–a clear, cold day. A pleasant fire burned in the little stove. Mr. Cameron sat at one side, reading the evening paper; Mrs. Cameron at the other, knitting a stocking for Paul. A large, comfortable- looking cat was dozing tranquilly on the hearth-rug. Paul, who had been seated at the table, rose and lighted a candle.
“Where are you going, Paul?” asked Aunt Hester.
“Up-stairs for a moment.”
Paul speedily returned, bearing in his hand a small blue bank-book, with his name on the cover.
He took out his pencil and figured a few minutes.
“Uncle Hugh,” said he, looking up, “when I get a hundred dollars more, I shall have enough to pay father’s debt.”
“Principal and interest?”
“Yes, principal and interest; reckoning the interest for a year to come.”
“I did not suppose you had so much money, Paul. You must have been very economical.”
“Yes, Uncle Hugh more so than I have wanted to be, oftentimes; but whenever I have been tempted to spend a cent unnecessarily, I have always called to mind my promise made to father on his deathbed, and I have denied myself.”
“You have done well, Paul. There are few who would have had the resolution to do as you have.”
“Oh yes, Uncle Hugh,” said Paul, modestly, “I think there are a great many. I begin to feel repaid already. In a few months I shall be able to pay up the whole debt.”
At this moment a knock was heard at the door. Mr. Cameron answered the summons.
“Does Mr. Paul Prescott live here?” inquired a boy.
“Yes. Do you want to see him?”
“Here is a letter for him. There is no answer.”
The messenger departed, leaving the letter in Mr. Cameron’s hand.
Somewhat surprised, he returned to the sitting-room and handed it to Paul.
Paul opened it hastily, and discovered inclosed, a bank-note for one hundred dollars. It was accompanied with a note from his employer, stating that it was intended as a New Year’s gift, but in the hurry of business, he had forgotten to give it to him during the day.
Paul’s face lighted up with joy.
“Oh, Uncle Hugh!” he exclaimed, almost breathless with delight. “Don’t you see that this will enable me to pay my debt at once?”