ry dollar he had. Yesterday he was sent
to prison for debt which he is unable to pay."

Edith heard no more, but, starting up, rushed from the house, and flew,
rather than walked, home. Her father was sitting in his private office
when she entered with pale face and quivering lips. Uttering an
exclamation of surprise and alarm, he rose to his feet. Edith fell
against him, sobbing as she did so, while the tears found vent, and
poured over her cheeks--

"Oh, father! He is in prison!"

"Who? Jordan?"

"Yes," was the maiden's lowly-murmured reply.

"Good heavens! Is it possible?"

With this exclamation, Mr. Page pushed his daughter from him, and
leaving the house instantly, took his way to the office of the attorney
who had conducted the suit in favour of Barnaby.

"I will go bail for this young man whom you have thrown into prison,"
said he as soon as he met the lawyer.

"Very well, Mr. Page. We will take you. But you will have to pay the
amount--he has nothing."

"I said I would go his bail," returned the old man, impatiently.

In less than twenty minutes, Mr. Page entered the apartment where the
young man was confined. Jordan looked at him angrily. He had just been
thinking of the cruel neglect to warn him of his errors, of which Mr.
Page had been guilty, and of the consequences, so disastrous and so
humbling to himself.

"You are at liberty," said the old gentleman, as he approached him and
held out his hand.

Jordan stood like one half-stupified, for some moments.

"I have gone your security, my young friend," Mr. Page added kindly.
"You are at liberty."

"_You_ my security!" returned Jordan, taking the offered hand, but not
grasping it with a hearty pressure. He felt as if he couldn't do that.
"I am sorry you have done so," said he, after a slight pause--"I am not
worth a dollar, and you will have my debt to pay."

"It's no time to talk about that now, Mr. Jordan. I have gone your
security, because I thought it right to do so. Come home with me, and
we will soon arrange all the rest."

Jordan felt passive. A child could have led him anywhere. He did not
refuse to go with Mr. Page.

Edith was sitting in the room where her father left her, when the
opening of the door caused her to start. There was an exclamation of
delight and surprise; a movement forward, and then deep blushes threw a
crimson veil over the maiden's face, as she sank back in her chair and
covered her face with her hands. But the