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That John Mason
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“I believe he is usually in about twelve o’clock.”
“I will see him,” said I, with emphasis.
“Do so,” returned the man; “and may your interview be as satisfactory as you can desire.”
At twelve, precisely, I called upon Mason, not without many misgivings, I must own. I found my prejudices still strong; and as to the good result, I could not help feeling serious doubts. On entering his office, I found no one present but the individual under whose advice I had called.
“Mr. Mason is not in,” said I, feeling a little disappointed.
“Oh, yes, he is in,” was replied. I looked around, and then turned my eyes upon the man’s face. I did not exactly comprehend its expression.
“My name is John Mason,” said he, bowing politely; “so be seated, and let us talk over the business upon which you have called on me.”
I needed no invitation to sit down, for I could not have kept my feet if I had tried, so suddenly and completely did his words astonish and confound me.
I will not repeat the confused, blundering apologies I attempted to make, nor give his gentlemanly replies. Enough, that an hour before the time at which the sale was advertised to take place on the next day, I waited upon Laxton.
“Be kind enough,” said I, “to let me have that obligation upon which your present stringent measures are founded. I wish to take it up.”
The man looked perfectly blank.
“Mr. John Mason,” said I, “has generously furnished me with the funds necessary to save my property from sacrifice, and will take the securities you hold.”
“Blast that John Mason!” ejaculated Laxton, with excessive bitterness, turning away and leaving where I stood. I waited for ten minutes, but did not come back. A suspicion that he meant let the sale go on, if possible, crossed my mind, and I returned to Mason, who saw the sheriff and the whole matter arranged.
Laxton has never spoken to me since. As for “That John Mason,” I have proved him to be fast friend, and a man of strict honour in every thing. So much for slander.