I suppose you have paid that sum to the widow ?" Squire Davenport was the picture of dismay.

He had meanly ignored the note, with the intention of cheating Mrs.Barclay.

He had supposed it was lost, yet here, after some years, appeared a man who knew of it.
As Mr.Barclay had been reticent about his business affairs, he had never told his wife about having deposited this sum with Squire Davenport, and of this fact the squire had meanly taken advantage.
"What proof have you of this strange and improbable story ?" asked the squire, after a nervous pause.
"The best of proof," answered the tramp promptly.

"The note was found and is now in existence." "Who holds it--that is, admitting for a moment the truth of your story ?" "I do; it is in my pocket at this moment." At this moment Tom Davenport opened the door of the apartment, and stared in open-eyed amazement at his father's singular visitor.
"Leave the room, Tom," said his father hastily.

"This man is consulting me on business." "Is that your son, squire ?" asked the tramp, with a familiar nod.
"He's quite a young swell." "What business can my father have with such a cad ?" thought Tom, disgusted.
Tom was pleased, nevertheless, at being taken for "a young swell.".