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Nan sat blankly down on the stool by the window. Her face was a study which John Osborne, watching old Abe’s movements, missed.

“Well, I never!” she gasped. “John Osborne, do you mean to tell me that Bryan Lee is going to do that? How did he come to get your mortgage?”

“Bought it from old Townsend,” answered John briefly. “Oh, he’s within his rights, I’ll admit. I’ve even got behind with the interest this past year. I’ll go out west and begin over again.”

“It’s a burning shame!” said Nan violently.

John looked around in time to see two very red spots on her cheeks.

“You don’t care though, Nan.”

“I don’t like to see anyone unjustly treated,” declared Nan, “and that is what you’ve been. You’ve never had half a chance. And after the way you’ve slaved, too!”

“If Lee would wait a little I might do something yet, now that Aunt Alice is gone,” said John bitterly. “I’m not afraid of work. But he won’t; he means to take his spite out at last.”

Nan hesitated.

“Surely Bryan isn’t so mean as that,” she stammered. “Perhaps he’ll change his mind if–if–“

Osborne wheeled about with face aflame.

“Don’t you say a word to him about it, Nan!” he cried. “Don’t you go interceding with him for me. I’ve got some pride left. He can take the farm from me, and he can take you maybe, but he can’t take my self-respect. I won’t beg him for mercy. Don’t you dare to say a word to him about it.”

Nan’s eyes flashed. She was offended to find her sympathy flung back in her face.

“Don’t be alarmed,” she said tartly. “I shan’t bother myself about your concerns. I’ve no doubt you’re able to look out for them yourself.”

Osborne turned away. As he did so he saw Bryan Lee driving up the lane. Perhaps Nan saw it too. At any rate, she leaned out of the window.

“John! John!” Osborne half turned. “You’ll be up again soon, won’t you?”

His face hardened. “I’ll come to say goodbye before I go, of course,” he answered shortly.

He came face to face with Lee at the gate, where the latter was tying his sleek chestnut to a poplar. He acknowledged his rival’s condescending nod with a scowl. Lee looked after him with a satisfied smile.

“Poor beggar!” he muttered. “He feels pretty cheap I reckon. I’ve spoiled his chances in this quarter. Old Abe doesn’t want any poverty-stricken hangers-on about his place and Nan won’t dream of taking him when she knows he hasn’t a roof over his head.”

He stopped for a chat with old Abe. Old Abe approved of Bryan Lee. He was a son-in-law after old Abe’s heart.

Meanwhile, Nan had seated herself at the pantry window and was ostentatiously hemming towels in apparent oblivion of suitor No. 2. Nevertheless, when Bryan came up she greeted him with an unusually sweet smile and at once plunged into an animated conversation. Bryan had not come to ask her to go to the picnic–business prevented him from going. But he meant to find out if she were going with John Osborne. As Nan was serenely impervious to all hints, he was finally forced to ask her bluntly if she was going to the picnic.

Well, yes, she expected to.

Oh! Might he ask with whom?

Nan didn’t know that it was a question of public interest at all.

“It isn’t with that Osborne fellow, is it?” demanded Bryan incautiously.

Nan tossed her head. “Well, why not?” she asked.

“Look here, Nan,” said Lee angrily, “if you’re going to the picnic with John Osborne I’m surprised at you. What do you mean by encouraging him so? He’s as poor as Job’s turkey. I suppose you’ve heard that I’ve been compelled to foreclose the mortgage on his farm.”

Nan kept her temper sweetly–a dangerous sign, had Bryan but known it.

“Yes; he was telling me so this morning,” she answered slowly.

“Oh, was he? I suppose he gave me my character?”