"Yes, you _are_, too soon," was soberly answered. The smile faded off of Bland's face. "When will you arrange it?" "In a few days." "But I want the money to-day. It was a simple loan, you know." "I am aware of that, but the amount is larger than I can manage at once," said Green. "Can I have a part to-day?" "Not to-day." "To-morrow, then?" "I'll do the best in my power." "Very well. To-morrow, at this time, I will call. Make up the whole sum if possible, for I want it badly." "Do you know that young man?" asked Mr. Phillips, the employer of Green, as the latter came back to his desk. The face of Mr. Phillips was unusually serious. "His name is Bland." "Why has he called to see you?" The eyes of Mr. Phillips were fixed intently on his clerk. "He merely dropped in. I have met him a few times in company." "Don't you know his character?" "I never heard a word against him," said Green. "Why, Martin!" replied Mr. Phillips, "he has the reputation of being one of the worst young men in our city; a base gambler's stool-pigeon, some say." "I am glad to know it, sir," Martin had the presence of mind, in the painful confusion that overwhelmed him, to say, "and shall treat him accordingly." He went back to his desk, and resumed his work. It is the easiest thing in the world to go to astray, but always difficult to return, Martin Green was astray, but how was he to get into the right path again? A barrier that seemed impassable was now