But it is all over now, and the
probity of two, presumably, gallant officers is vindicated, while the
paying teller of father's bank is behind the bars with a certain
prospect of years of manual labour for bed and board. Why will men be
so foolish? Easily answered. The love of gold, not made in an honest
way, but by speculating with other folks' money. Mr. Barr, the
aforesaid teller, is a nice young fellow with a wife and two
children, but his life is wrecked. Of course she will get a divorce
and try to find a better man. We are all well, including Mr. Merry.
He intended to take the place in father's office that Quincy spoke
about, but Harry--there, I've written it, so will let it go--had a
better position offered him by Mr. Curtis Carter, one of Quincy's old
friends, and he's doing splendidly Mr. Carter told me.
"I am heartbroken about Quincy. I trust Alice's hopes may be realized
and most of the time I share them.
"How's that nephew of mine? Send him over and we'll bring him up a
Yankee boy. He's no Englishman.
"We are all well, and everybody sends love to everybody. MAUDE.
"P. S. Father didn't lose anything on the check. The bank paid the
money back to him."
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Aunt Ella kept her promise to the Captain and the part of Maude's
letter which concerned the check was read to him.
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