“I'm glad to say I've been able to raise some money,” David said, “and we will just settle that bill without further delay. And right glad I am to be able to do so, Mr. Herwig. The amount is?” “It will be a help, a great help,” said Herwig gratefully. “Thank you! When a man is pressed on all sides--” He was distraught with worry, it was easy to see. “That Welsh pesters the life out of me. I can't afford to advertise in his vile sheet; it's blackmail; money wasted--thrown away. He ought to be run out of town--tarred and feathered. Brought up a good-for-nothing, bartending son--” “Let me see--yes, this is the right change,” said David hastily. “You might send me--or I think I'll let Mrs. Dean give her order to the boy to-morrow, as usual.” He hurried from the store. He did not know why hearing Herwig talk about Lanny annoyed him so. When he was on the street he felt ashamed of having fled without saying a word in defense of Lanny. He turned to go back and did not go. Instead he went the rounds of his creditors, paying bills. It was after banking hours, but the door of the bank stood open and he went in. He found the banker in his office, for Burton never hurried home, and David went straight to the matter in hand. Lucille's loan had been enough to cover the advance made by the trustees, and David felt he should repay the church the advance. It had been included in the schedule of his debts Lucille had seen. He placed the bank notes on the banker's desk, and explained what they were for. B. G. took them and counted them. “You know there is no necessity for this, dominie,” he said. “It was understood the money should be deducted from your next salary payment.” “But, having it, I prefer to pay it now,” said David. “I was able to raise what I needed. A--friend came to my assistance.” Burton stacked the banknotes, and pushed them back on his desk. It was on the tip of his tongue to say he hoped David had said something to Lucille about an increased subscription, but he thought better of it. That Lucille had loaned David the money he was morally certain, for the bank notes were Riverbank National notes, crisply new and with Burton's signature hardly dry. He had handed them through the window to Lucille himself, remarking to her that she would like some brand-new money, perhaps. He remembered the amount of the check she had presented; no doubt it was the amount of the loan she had made David.