"I shall probably experience nothing more than temporary inconvenience."

"You have been some months in the village, I believe, Mr. Morton. I trust you will call at an early day, and enable me to follow up the chance which has made us acquainted."

"I seldom make calls," said Mr. Morton, in a distant tone. "Yet," added he, after a pause, "I may have occasion to accept your invitation some day. Good morning, sir."

"Good morning," returned the squire, looking after him with an expression of perplexity.

"He boards at the Frosts', doesn't he, John?" asked Squire Haynes, turning to his son.

"There's something in his face that seems familiar," mused the squire absently. "He reminds me of somebody, though I can't recall who."

It was not long before the squire's memory was refreshed, and he obtained clearer information respecting the young man, and the errand which had brought him to Rossville. When that information came, it was so far from pleasing that he would willingly have postponed it indefinitely.

CHAPTER XXIX. MR. MORTON'S STORY