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You shall have the money," replied Tompkins. "Good day." And Wolford retired; not altogether satisfied that he had gained all he had hoped to gain by the visit. "Ah me!" sighed Tompkins, turning to his desk as soon as this man had departed. "Here comes more trouble. That miserly wretch has no more use for his money than the man in the moon.
Their captain, a confiding individual, on the wrong side of sixty, looked with surprise at this irruption, and asked, "Whose company is this?" "Wolford's cavalry," was the reply. "What? Kentucky boys? Glad to see you. Where's Wolford?" "There he sits," answered the man, pointing to Morgan, who was carelessly seated sideways on his horse.
"Every dollar; and I want three times as much, if I can get it." "I was in hope you would renew the loan, Mr. Wolford." "That's impossible." "I really don't see how I am to raise fifteen thousand dollars in a few days these times." "You have had long enough to make it up, I am sure. You knew very well that the loan would come due next week, and that it was only for one year."
Nearly ten thousand dollars, which he had fully expected to receive from distant customers, failed to come in. As the period for which he had borrowed from Wolford drew toward its close, he could not but feel uneasy. From no other quarter had he any hope of raising so large a sum as fifteen thousand dollars upon his house.
"I never make mistakes in such matters, Mr. Tompkins, and can't understand how other people can." "Creditors are said to have better memories than debtors," replied Tompkins, attempting something like pleasantry. "Yes I know. You will, of course, be prepared to take up the mortgage upon your property?" "I am afraid not, Mr. Wolford. Money is exceedingly tight.
"We live very comfortably, as we now are," he said, in answer to a repetition of her plea for a handsome house, on the evening following the day of his interview with Wolford. "We live as well as our means have, until within a few years, enabled us to live." Mrs. Tompkins rejoined "With improved fortunes, we should adopt a different style."
Dan started. "Why, so have I," he said. "What's your brother with?" "Wolford's cavalry." "That's curious. So was mine for a while. He's with Grant now." The boy turned his head away suddenly. "I might meet him, if he were with Wolford now," he said, half to himself, but Jerry heard him and smiled viciously. "Well, that's what I'm goin' with you fellers fer to meet mine."
Drew's memory produced a picture of a round-faced, cheerful man who liked to play chess and admired Lucilla's pickled watermelon rind to the point of begging a crock of it every time he visited Red Springs. "Yes, suh. He's Union got two sons with Colonel Wolford. Owns a big farm and raises prime mules " "You know him personally?" "Yes, suh.
That meant wheeling and making straight back to Lexington to surprise the Fourth Ohio Cavalry; representing himself on the way, one night, as his old enemy Wolford, and being guided a short cut through the edge of the Bluegrass by an ardent admirer of the Yankee Colonel the said admirer giving Morgan the worst tirade possible, meanwhile, and nearly tumbling from his horse when Morgan told him who he was and sarcastically advised him to make sure next time to whom he paid his compliments.
The idea had struck him, as being a good one. The man was a tailor. "I will let you hold Mr. S P 's note, at six months, for one hundred and fifty dollars, as security." Wolford shook his head. "He might die or break, and then where would be my hundred dollars?" "I would pay it to you." Wolford continued to shake his head. "How would a piece of broadcloth answer your purpose?" "What is it worth?"
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