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And saying this, he turned on his heel and left the store. Mr. Adkin was, of course, no little disturbed. The charge of dishonesty in dealing at first aroused his indignation; but as he grew calmer and thought over the affair, his conscience troubled him. As a Christian man, and especially as a Christian minister, he could not reconcile his dealing with strict gospel requirements. The more he reflected, the more closely he brought his conduct to the standard of Christian principles, the less was he satisfied with himself. The final result was, a determination to go to the man on the next morning, and pay him the balance due him on the market price of his corn. But, when he sought for him, he was not to be found, having gone back to his home, a few miles from the village.

On the next day he sent for a bill, which had been standing a good while. His clerk brought back some impertinent and altogether unsatisfactory answer.

“Did Mr. Giles say that?” he asked, his eyes flashing indignantly.

“His exact words,” replied the clerk.

“Very well. I’ll not send to him again,” said Mr. Adkin. “He thinks, because I am a preacher, that he can treat me as he pleases, but I’ll let him know that being a preacher doesn’t make me any the less a man, nor any the less inclined to protect myself.”

So Mr. Giles was served with a summons, to answer for debt, before the week was out.

On the day following, a certain lady, a member of the congregation in Mayberry to which he preached, whenever, from sickness or other causes, the regular minister was absent, came into Mr. Adkin’s store. Her manner was considerably excited.

“There’s a mistake in your bill, Mr. Adkin,” said she, in rather a sharp tone of voice.

“If so, Mrs. Smith, the remedy is a very simple one,” replied Mr. Adkin. Her manner had disturbed him, yet he concealed the disturbance under a forced suavity of manner. “Where does the mistake lie?”

“Why, see here. You’ve got me charged with six yards of muslin and five pounds of butter that I never got!”

“Are you certain of this, Mrs. Smith?”

“Certain! Be sure I’m certain! D’ye think I’d say I hadn’t the things, if I had them? I’m not quite so bad as that, Mr. Adkin!”

“Don’t get excited about the matter, Mrs. Smith. We are all liable to mistakes. There’s an error here, either on your side or mine, if it is my error, I will promptly correct it.”

“Of course it’s your error. I never had either the muslin or the butter,” said Mrs. Smith, positively.

Mr. Adkin turned to his ledger, where Mrs. Smith’s account was posted.

“The muslin is charged on the 10th of June.”

Mrs. Smith looked at the bill and answered affirmatively.

“You bought a pound of yarn and a straw hat on the same day.”

“Yes; I remember them. But I didn’t get the muslin.”

“Think again, Mrs. Smith. Don’t you remember the beautiful piece of Merrimac that I showed you, and how cheap you thought it?”

“I never had six yards of muslin, Mr. Adkin.”

“But, Mrs. Smith, I have distinct recollection of measuring it off, and the charge is here in my own handwriting.”

“I never had it, Mr. Adkin!” said the lady much excited.

“You certainly had, Mrs. Smith.”

“I’ll never pay for it!”

“Don’t say that, Mrs. Smith. You certainly wouldn’t want my goods without paying for them!”

“I never had the muslin, I tell you!”

Argument in the case Mr. Adkin found to be useless. The sale of the five pounds of butter was as distinctly remembered by him; and as he was not the man to yield a right when he had no doubt as to its existence, he would not erase the articles from Mrs Smith bill, which was paid under protest.

“It’s the last cent you’ll ever get of my money!” said Mrs. Smith, as she handed over, the amount of the bill. “I never had those articles; and I shall always say that I was wronged out of so much money.”