mountains."

"O I don't mean that Mr. Landholm -- I mean the other."

"Winthrop," said Mr. Haye.

"Elizabeth likes him much the best," said Miss Cadwallader.

"I don't," said Mr. Haye.

"Neither do I!"

"I do," said Elizabeth. "I think he is worth at least ten of
his brother."

"She likes him so well, that if you don't help him, dear Mr.
Haye, there is every likelihood that somebody else will."

"I certainly would," said Elizabeth, "if there was any way
that I could. But there is not."

"I don't know that he wants help," said Mr. Haye.

"Why, he must, father! -- he can't live upon nothing; how much
means do you suppose he has?"

"I met him at the chop-house the other day," said Mr. Haye; --
"he was eating a very good slice of roast beef. I dare say he
paid for it."

"But he is struggling to make his way up into his profession,"
said Elizabeth. "He _must_ be."

"What must he be?" said Rose.

"Struggling."

"Perhaps he is," said Mr. Haye, "but he don't say so. If I see
him struggling, I will try what I can do."

"Oh father! --"

"Why should Winthrop Landholm be helped," said Rose, "more
than all the other young men who are studying in the city?"

"Because I know him," said Elizabeth, "and don't happen to
know the others. And because I like him."

"I like him too," said her father yawning, "but I don't know
anything very remarkable about him. I like his brother the
best."

"He is honest, and good, and _independent_," said Elizabeth;
"and those are the very people that ought to be helped."

"And those are the very people that it is difficult to help,"
said her father. "How do you suppose he would take it, if I
were to offer him a fifty dollar note to-morrow?"

"I don't suppose he would take it at all," said Elizabeth.
"You couldn't help him so. But there are other ways."

"You may give him all your business, when he gets into his
profession," said Mr. Haye. "I don't know what else you can
do. Or you can use your influence with Mr. Satterthwaite to
get his father to employ him."

"You and he may both be very glad to do it yet," said
Elizabeth. "I shouldn't wonder."

"Then I don't see why you are concerned about him," said Rose.

Elizabeth was silent, with a face that might be taken to say
there was nobody within hearing worthy of her words.

Rufus went back to his work in the mountains, and Winthrop
struggled on; if most diligent and unsparing toil, and patient
denying himself of neces