ew days, as soon as I
hear from the city."

Quincy jumped into his team and drove to Eastborough Centre post office
to see if there were any letters for him.

When he reached the post office he found a letter from his father,
informing him his mother and sisters were going to New York for a two
weeks' visit and would very much like to see him if he would run up the
next day.

Quincy's mind was made up instantly. He drove to the hotel, left the
team, with instructions to have it ready for him when he came down on
the express that reached Eastborough Centre at 7.15 P.M., ran for the
station and caught on to the back platform of the last car as it sped on
its way to Boston.

Arriving there, he first took a hasty lunch, then hiring a coupe by the
hour, drove to his bank on State Street. Here he left the bonds with
instructions to write to Eastborough Centre the amount realized from
them and passed to the credit of his account.

His next trip was to his father's house on Beacon Street, where he found
his mother and sisters. They were overjoyed to see him, and his younger
sister declared that he had grown better looking since he went away. She
wanted to know if he had fallen in love with a country girl. Quincy
replied that his heart was still free and if it wasn't for the law he
would have her for his wife, and no one else. Maude laughed and slapped
him.

He next rode to his father's office on Court Street. The Hon. Nathaniel
had just lunched at Parker's and was enjoying a good cigar when his son
came in.

Quincy told him that the Jim Sawyer at Eastborough Poorhouse was
unquestionably their missing relative.

"Poor Jim," said Nathaniel; "I ought to go and see him."

"No; I wouldn't," said Quincy, "it will do no good, and his remorse is
deep enough now without adding to it."

He then told his father about the money, and the latter agreed that
Jim's idea was right and Quincy had best use the money as though it were
his own.

"By the by," said his father, wheeling round in his office chair, "that
Miss Putnam from Eastborough is a very pretty girl; don't you think so,
Quincy?"

"Handsome is as handsome does," thought Quincy to himself, but he only
said, "Where did you see her?"

"She was in here to-day," replied his father. "She said she had $25,000
to invest, and that you gave her the address of some broker, but that
she had forgotten it."

"Her statement is partially true," said Quincy, "but not complete. I