She went to a secret drawer and brought him the writings.
He read them through and told her he was going to the city and he would see what he could get for them, promising her he would be back in four days’ time to pay the mortgage. She made him promise not to let Paul know anything about it.
“I have written them unknown to him, and when I could not do anything else,” she explained.
Warren took the papers, and the same evening started for the city.
After Warren had gone Paul came home. He had been out to see if he could raise the money. He was down hearted. He sat down by Nettie’s side as he said. “In four days, we’re homeless if I cannot raise the money. If I only had time to get it from over the water—but I cannot get it anywhere. Oh, Nettie, what will we do? I have worked hard to pay this old debt, but it is impossible for me to get that amount of any one, as I have sold everything we can spare and the mortgagee will not release it so I can give another mortgage on it to get the balance. Oh, dear, what shall we do?”
“Trust in God. He will not see us suffer,” answered his trusting little wife, as she put her arms around his neck and kissed his fair brow. “God doeth all things well.”
Time flew drearily away. Four days were gone; the fifth came bright and clear. The mortgagee had come for his pay, and the five hundred remained unpaid.
With sad and sorrowful hearts the husband and wife sat, when a man drove up to the door and handed the wife a package. She tore it open, and out rolled eight hundred dollars. She handed it to her husband as she said, “A friend in need is a friend indeed.”
“My dear, how did you come to get such an amount of money?” asked her husband, while the tears stood in his eyes.
“My dear,” answered his wife, “I have earned it, when I was not able to do anything else, with my pen, and by God’s help I have been able to help you a little while you were doing all you could.”