Will that be satisfactory to you?"
Mr. Westmore ceased, and held forth the envelope. Stephen had risen now
and was standing erect. His hands remained clasped before him.
"Take it," said the parson.
"No," was the reply, "I cannot."
"You cannot? It is yours!"
"Yes, I know that. But remember, I have undertaken to pay back that four
thousand dollars. Through my recklessness I made it necessary to use my
dear father's hard-earned money. Not a cent will I touch until the full
amount is restored, and if I have my health it shall be done. Do not urge
me any more. Put that money where it belongs. It may take me some time to
pay all, but not until it is accomplished shall I feel satisfied."
"Stephen, Stephen!" cried the parson, "give me your hand. Now I know that
you are in earnest. I shall do as you desire. My heart is full of joy
to-night. May God be glorified for all His blessings. I shall away to rest
now, for the many wonders of the day have tired me much."
The storm which had been threatening rolled to westward. Far off the moon
rose slowly above the horizon. The night was still. Everything betokened
peace.
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