For a whole half-year @David toiled upon the farm of the @Quaker, never once during that time visiting his home. At the end of the term, he received his pay for those long months of labor, in a little piece of rumpled paper, upon which his father had probably made his mark. It was @Saturday evening and the next morning he borrowed a horse of his employer and set out for a visit home where he was kindly welcomed. His father knew nothing of the agreement which his son had made with Mr. Kennedy. As the family were talking together around the cabin fire, David drew the note from his pocket and presented it to his father. The old man seemed troubled. He supposed Mr. @Kennedy had sent it for collection. As usual, he began to make excuses. He said that he was very sorry that he could not pay it, that he had met with many misfortunes, that he had no money, and that he did not know what to do. David then told his father that he did not hand him the bill for collection, but that it was a present from him--that he had paid it in full.
