He has a friend, one Thomas A.Parkins, who has money, and who will buy the farm at two hundred dollars.

He could procure the money in advance any day by going to the village of Bethany, the county-seat, and drawing on Mr.Parkins, and cashing the draft.

It was a matter of indifference to him, he said, only that he would like to oblige so good a friend.
This arrangement, by which the Anderson farm was to be sold for a song to some distant stranger, pleased Mrs.Abigail.She could not bear that one of her unbelieving neighbors should even for a fortnight rejoice in a supposed good bargain at her expense.

To sell to Mr.Humphreys's friend in Louisville was just the thing.

When pressed by some of her neighbors who had not received the Adventist gospel, to tell on what principle she could justify her sale of the farm at all, she answered that if the farm would not be of any account after the end of the world, neither would the money.
Mr.Humphreys went down to the town of Bethany and came back, affecting to have cashed a draft on his friend for two hundred dollars.