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matter of business," replied Laura Hilton.
"It's a safe investment, and Kasker knows it. Besides that, he may have
an idea it would disarm suspicion."
"Also," added Alora Jones, "he took advantage of the opportunity to
slam the war. That was worth something to a man like Kasker."
CHAPTER II
MARY LOUISE TAKES COMMAND
When Mary Louise entered the library the next morning she found her
grandfather seated at the table, his head resting on his extended arms in
an attitude of great depression. The young girl was startled.

"What is it, Gran'pa Jim?" she asked, going to his side and laying a
hand lovingly on his shoulder.
The old gentleman looked up with a face drawn and gray.
"I'm nervous and restless, my dear," he said; "that's all. Go to breakfast,
Mary Louise; I--I'll join you presently."
She sat down on the arm of his chair.
"Haven't you slept well, Gran'pa?" she asked anxiously, and then her
eyes wandered through the open door to the next room and rested on
the undisturbed bed. "Why, you haven't slept at all, dear!" she cried in
distress. "What is wrong? Are you ill?"
"No, no, Mary Louise; don't worry. I--I shall be all right presently.
But--I was terribly disappointed in last night's meeting, and--"
"I see. They didn't subscribe what they ought to. But you can't help that,
Gran'pa Jim! You did all that was possible, and you mustn't take it so
much to heart."
"It is so important, child; more important, I fear, than many of them
guess. This will be a desperate war, and without the money to fight--"
"Oh, the money'll come, Gran'pa; I'm sure of that. If Dorfield doesn't do
it's duty, the rest of the country will, so you mustn't feel badly about
our failure. In fact, we haven't failed, as yet. How much did they
subscribe last night?"
"In all, a hundred and thirty thousand. We have now secured barely a
third of our allotment, and only five days more to get the balance!"
Mary Louise reflected, eyeing him seriously.
"Gran'pa," said she, "you've worn yourself out with work and worry.
They ought not to have put you on this Liberty Bond Committee; you're
too old, and you're not well or strong enough to endure all the anxiety
and hard work."

"For the honor of--"
"Yes, I know, dear. Our country needs you, so you mustn't break down.
Now come and drink a cup of coffee and I'll talk to you. I've a secret to
tell you."
He smiled, rather wanly and hopelessly, but he permitted the girl to
assist him to rise and to lead him to the breakfast room. There Mary
Louise poured his coffee and attacked her own breakfast, although with
indifferent appetite.
Gran'pa Jim was the only relative she had in all the world and she loved
him devotedly. Their life in the pretty little town had been peaceful and
happy until recently--until the war. But the old Colonel, loyal veteran
that he was, promptly made it his war and was roused as Mary Louise
had never seen him roused before. In his mind was no question of the
justice of our country's participation in the world struggle; he was
proud to be an American and gloried in America's sacrifice to the cause
of humanity. Too old to fight on the battlefield, he felt honored at his
appointment to the membership of the Liberty Bond Committee and
threw all his energies into the task assigned him. So it is easy to
understand that the coldness and reluctance to subscribe for bonds on
the part of his fellow townsmen had well nigh broken his heart.
This the girl, his closest companion, fully appreciated.
"Gran'pa," she said, regarding him across the table after their old black
mammy, Aunt Sally, had left them together, "I love my country, as you
know; but I love you better."
"Oh, Mary Louise!"
"It's true; and it's right that I should. If I had to choose between letting
the Germans capture the United States, or losing you, I'd let the
Germans come! That's honest, and it's the way I feel. Love for one's
country is a fine sentiment, but my love for you is deeper. I wouldn't
whisper this to anyone else, for no one else could understand it, but you
will understand it, Gran'pa Jim, and you know my love for you doesn't

prevent my still being as good an American as the average. However,"
continued the young girl, in a lighter tone, "I've no desire to lose you or
allow the Germans to whip us, if I can help it, so I've got two battles to
fight. The truth is, Gran'pa, that you're used up with the hard work of
the last few weeks, and another five days of begging