The lawyer looked surprised, but named the amount.
“I will pay it,” said Alan.
“You?” cried Mr. Bertram, amazedly.
“Yes,” and Captain Bertram drew from his pocket a large wallet.
It was filled to repletion with bills of large denomination.
“Alan! Alan!” cried Mrs. Bertram, “where did you get all that money?”
“It’s mine, honestly earned. Never fear, mother,” replied Alan, a proud smile on his lips. “Now, Mr. Rowe, there’s your money, and that pays the mortgage.”
Mr. Rowe muttered something about being sorry he had to act so harshly, but it was Morris’ orders.
Then he handed the papers to Alan and left the house.
Tears of joy stood in Mr. Bertram’s eyes as he clasped his son’s hand.