ty-five. But the old tunes
brought back his boyhood from days so remote that they seemed a long
time past. And that night when he addressed the people in the Pleasant
Valley schoolhouse, he was half an hour getting on to the subject of
the bonds; he dwelt on the old days and spoke of the drouth of '60 and
of the pioneers, and preached a sermon, with their lives for texts, on
the value of service without thought of money or hope of other reward
than the joy one has in consecrated work. Then he launched into the
bond proposition, and when the votes were counted Pleasant township
indorsed Barclay's plan overwhelmingly. For he was a young man of
force, if not of eloquence. His evident sincerity made up for what he
lacked in oratorical charm, and he left an impression on those about
him. So when the bonds carried in Garrison County, the firm of Ward
and Barclay was made local attorneys for the road, and General Ward,
smarting under the defeat of his party in the state, refused to accept
the railroad's business, and the partnership was dissolved.

"John," said Ward, as he put his hands on the young man's shoulders
and looked at him a kindly moment, before picking up his bushel basket
of letters and papers, to move them into another room and dissolve the
partnership, "John," the elder man repeated, "if I could always
maintain such a faith in God as you maintain in money and its power, I
could raise the dead."

Barclay blinked a second and replied, "Well, now, General, look
here--what I don't understand is how you expect to accomplish
anything without money."

"I can't tell you, John--but some way I have faith that I can--can
do more real work in this world without bothering to get money, than I
can by stopping to get money with which to do good."

"But if you had a million, you could do more good with it than you are
doing now, couldn't you?" asked Barclay.

"Yes, perhaps I could," admitted the general, as he eyed his miserable
little pile of worldly goods in the basket. "I suppose I could," he
repeated meditatively.

"All right then, General," cut in Barclay. "I have no million, any
more than you have; but I'm going to get one--or two, maybe a dozen
if I can, and I want to do good with it just as much as you do. When I
get it I'll show you." Barclay rose to lend the general a hand with
his basket. As they went awkwardly through the door with the load, the
general stopping to get a hold on the basket that would not twis