Has come to terms with Uncle Lawrence.

Sensible fellow!" "I think he takes it," said Abel to himself, with the feeling of an angler, as he watched the other.
Just before they parted Abel took out his pocket-book and told Mr.Van Boozenberg that he should like to negotiate a little piece of paper which was not altogether worthless, he believed.
Smiling as he spoke, he handed a note for twenty-five thousand dollars, with his uncle's indorsement, to the President.

The old gentleman looked at it carefully, smiled knowingly, "Yes, yes, I see.

Sly dog, that Uncle Lawrence.

I allers sez so.