Paul Prescott's Charge
"That is not the way to look at it, Paul. The money is justly his, and it is a great sorrow to me that I must die without paying it."
"Father," said Paul, after a pause, "will it be any relief to you, if I promise to pay it,--that is, if I am ever able?"
Mr. Prescott's face brightened.
"That was what I wanted to ask you, Paul. It will be a comfort to me to feel that there is some hope of the debt being paid at some future day."
"Then don't let it trouble you any longer, father. The debt shall be mine, and I will pay it."
Again a shadow passed over the sick man's face, "Poor boy," he said, "why should I burden your young life with such a load? You will have to struggle hard enough as it is. No, Paul, recall your promise. I don't want to purchase comfort at such a price."
"No, father," said Paul sturdily, "it is too late now. I have made the promise and I mean to