Nicky-Nan lives in a tiny fishing village in Cornwall. He enjoys a small pension to which he is hardly entitled. This with a secret hoard of money, the village gossips, the neighbors, the banker, the soldiers digging in his potato patch, in danger of discovering his money, and his conscience, all work havoc for Nicky-Nan. Told with whimsical humor which best suits its atmosphere.
s you owe me?"
"I thought not. And if it were, I should still demand the costs I've been put to. If you bring me the total on Monday--But you know very well you cannot."
"Then," said Mr Pamphlett, "we waste time. I have been worried enough, these last few days, with more serious business than yours. In the times now upon us a many folk are bound to go to the wall; and the improvident will go first, as is only right. Enough said, my man!"
Nicky-Nan fumbled with the knife in his pocket, but let Mr Pamphlett pass.
Then he limped back to the house that would be his until Monday, and closed the door. Beyond the frail partition which boarded him off from the Penhaligon family he could hear the children merry at tea.
CALL TO ARMS.
NESCIO QUA NATALE SOLUM DULCEDINE CUNCTOS DUCIT ET IMMEMORES NON SINIT ESSE SUI.
--The Old Doctor (to whom we have made allusion) had been moved to write an account of his na