The money was in her hand before he had finished speaking. She folded her shawl across her breast and turned away in the direction he had indicated.
The next morning Field started for home. He had just one dollar in his pocket and two hundred miles of ground to get over. He walked, caught a ride now and then, got a lift on a canal-boat two or three times, ate bread and drank water and slept in barns or under grain-stacks. He came walking into Colman's office one morning looking cheerful but somewhat disreputable. Colman did not know him at first. When they had shaken hands. Colman looked in his friend's shaggy face and asked, "Is it all square, Dan?"
"All square, Phil," answered Field, looking the other as straight in the eyes;
"Well, I'm glad you pulled through, Dan," said Colman; "but you'd better have come home with me."
"Well, I don't know, Phil," Field answered musingly: "I'm not sure whether I'm sorry or glad."
J.T. McKAY.
THE PROBLEM.
Two parted long, and yearning long to meet,
Within an hour the life of months repeat;