"I'm afraid you are going to be sorry," said the preacher very soberly. "I just came from town and they say things look bad for the investors. They said first that Warner was asphyxiated accidentally, but he was so deep in a hole with investing and re-investing other people's money and his own and he had lost so much that people think this was the easiest way out of it all for him. I suppose it will be hushed up and no one will ever know just how he died. There are at least twenty people in town and farms near here who are worried about their money since he died. Did you have much stock?" "Five hundred dollars' worth." "If people were as eager to lay up treasures in heaven----" the preacher said thoughtfully. "If they were," said David, struggling to keep the wrath from his words and voice. "I know, Phares, you can't understand why everybody should not be as good as you. I wish I were--mother should have had a son like you. I'm the black sheep of the Eby family, I suppose." "No, no!" cried Mother Bab. "We all make mistakes! You are good and noble, David. I am proud of you, even if you do err sometimes." "We must make the best of it," said the preacher. "Perhaps the stock is not quite worthless. If I were you I'd go to the lawyer in Lancaster. He'll see you at his house if you 'phone in." "Mighty good to think of that for me," said David, gripping the hand of his cousin. "I'll go in to-night." Several hours later David Eby sat before a lawyer and waited for the verdict. "I'm sorry," the lawyer shook his head. "The stock is worthless. Six months ago you might have sold it; now it's dead as a door-nail." "Guess it was a wildcat scheme," said David. A few minutes later he went out to the street. His Aladdin's lamp was smashed! What a fool he had been! When he reached home Mother Bab read the news in his face. "Never mind," she said bravely, "we'll get along without that money." "Yes--but"--David spoke slowly, as if fearing to hurt her further--"I hoped to have a nice bank account for you to draw on when--when I go." "You mean----" Mother Bab stopped suddenly. Something choked her, but she faced him squarely and looked up into his face. "Yes, mother, I mean that I must go. You want me to go, don't you?" "Yes." The word came slowly, but David knew how truly she felt it. "You must go. I knew it right away when I saw that we were called of God to help in the fight for world peace and righteousness. You must go; there is nothing to keep you. Phares will look after the little farm. I spoke to him about it last week----" "Mother, you knew then!" "I saw it in your face as soon as war was declared. Phares was lovely about it and said he could just as well take your few acres in with his and pay a percentage to me for the crops he'll get from them. Phares is kind; he has a big heart, for all his queer ways and his strict views." "Phares is too good to be related to me, mommie. I'm ashamed of myself."