CHAPTER XIX.

FOR hours after his wife had sunk into the forgetfulness of sleep,

Ellis lay awake, pondering over the ways and means by which he was to

meet his engagements for the next day, which, exclusive of Carlton's

demand, were in the neighbourhood of a thousand dollars. During the

previous two weeks, he had paid a good deal of money, but he was really

but little better off therefor, the money so paid having been mainly

procured through temporary loans from business friends. Most of it he

had promised to return on the morrow. Earnestly as the mind of Ellis

dwelt on the subject, he was not able to devise the means of getting

safely through the next day.

"And what if I do get over the difficult place?" was the desponding

conclusion of his mind--"ultimate failure is inevitable, unless a great

reduction can be made in expenses. At present, our living exceeds the

profits on my business. Ah! if I could only make Cara understand this!

She has been more considerate and wife-like of late; but I fear to say

one word about the embarrassed state of my affairs, lest the sunshine

of love be again darkened with clouds and storms."

With such thoughts in his mind, Ellis fell asleep.

On the next morning, he repaired early to his place of business, in

order to have time fully to digest his plan of operations for the day.

He had many doubts as to his ability to get through, but was resolute

not to yield without a vigorous struggle. Of the amount to be paid,

only four hundred was for notes in bank. The rest was on borrowed money

account. Fully an hour and a half was spent in drawing off certain

accounts, and in determining the line of operations for the morning. On

receiving two hundred dollars for these accounts, Ellis thought he

might with safety calculate; and a lad was sent out to see to their

collection. Then he started forth himself. First in order, he deemed it

best to see if he could not get a little more time on some of his

borrowed money. This was a delicate operation, and its attempt could

only, he felt, be justified by the exigencies of the case. The largest

sum to be returned was three hundred dollars. He had borrowed it from a

merchant in good circumstances, who could at any time command his

thousands, and to whose credit there usually remained heavy balances in

bank. But he was exceedingly punctilious in all business matters.

Both these facts Ellis knew. It would put the merchant to no

inconvenience whatever to continue the accommodation for ten days

longer; but the policy of asking this was felt to be a very

questionable one, as it would be most likely to create in his mind a

doubt of Ellis's standing, and a doubt in that quarter would be

injurious. Still, the case was so pressing, that Ellis determined to

see him. So, assuming a pleasant, partly unconcerned air, he called

upon the merchant.

"Good morning, Mr. A--," said he, in a cheerful tone.

"Good morning, friend Ellis," returned the merchant, pushing his

spectacles above his forehead, and fixing his eyes upon the face of his

visitor, with a sharp, penetrating look which rather belied the smile

that played about his lips.

"Let me see! Isn't it to-day that I am to return you the three hundred

dollars borrowed last week?"

"I don't remember, but can tell you in a moment," replied A--,

replacing his glasses, and taking from a pigeon-hole in the desk before

which he sat a small memorandum-book. After consulting this, he

replied--

"Yes: you are right. It is to be returned to-day."

"So I thought. Very well. I'll send you a check around during the

morning. That will answer, I presume?"

"Oh, certainly--certainly."

So far, nothing was gained. A hurried debate, as to the policy of

asking a few days more on the loan, took place in the mind of Ellis. He

then said--

"If just the same to you, it will be more convenient for me to return

this money on the day after to-morrow."

There was a slight contraction of brow on the part of Mr. A--, who

replied, rather coldly--

"I shall want it to-day, Mr. Ellis."

"Oh, very well--very well," said Ellis, hiding artfully his

disappointment. "It will be all the same. I will send you around a

check in a little while."

As he left the store, A-- said to himself--

"Of all things, I like to see punctuality in the matter of engagements.

The man who promises to return in an hour the money he borrows from you

should keep his word to the minute."

The failure to get a few days' extension of time on so important a sum

had the effect to dispirit Ellis a good deal. He left the store of the

merchant in a despondent mood, and was returning towards his own place

of business, when he met Wilkinson. Grasping the hand of the latter

with the eagerness of one who knows, in a great extremity, that he is

face to face with a real friend, he said--

"You must help me to-day."

"I don't see that it is possible, Ellis," was replied. "What amount do

you want?"

"I must have a thousand dollars."

"So much?"

"Yes. But where the sum is to be obtained is more than I can divine."

"Is all to go into bank?"

"No. Six hundred is for borrowed money."

"To whom is the latter due?"

"I must return three hundred to A--."

"He can do without it for a few days longer."

"I have just seen him; but he says it must be returned to-day."

"He does?"

"Yes. He wants to use it."

Wilkinson stood thoughtfully for some time.

"Can you return the sum in a week?" he then asked.

"O yes; easily."

"Very well I'll go and ask him to loan me three hundred for a week.

He'll do it, I know. You shall have the use of it for the time

specified."

"If you can get me that sum, you will place me under an everlasting

obligation," said Ellis, with more feeling than he wished to display.

Twenty minutes afterward the money was in his hands. It had been

obtained from A--, and during the morning returned to him in payment of

Ellis's loan.

So much accomplished, Ellis turned his thoughts towards the ways and

means for raising the seven hundred dollars yet required for the day's

business. By twelve o'clock all of his borrowed money was returned; but

his notes still remained in bank. In view of the difficulties yet to be

surmounted, he felt that he had erred in not making it the first

business of the day to take up his notes, and thus get beyond the

danger of protest. But it was too late now for regrets to be of any

avail. Four hundred dollars must come from some quarter, or ruin was

certain.

But from whence was aid to come? He had not spent an idle moment since

he came to his store in the morning, and had so fully passed over the

limits within which his resources lay, that little ground yet remained

to be broken, and the promise of that was small.

While Ellis stood meditating, in much perplexity of mind, what step

next to take, a man entered his store, and, approaching him, read aloud

from a paper which he drew from his pocket, a summons to answer before

an alderman in the case of Carlton, who had brought separate suits on

his due-bills, each being for an amount less than one hundred dollars.

"Very well, I will attend to it," said Ellis in a voice of assumed

calmness, and the officer retired.

Slowly seating himself in a chair that stood by a low writing-desk, the

unhappy man tried to compose his thoughts, in order that he might see

precisely in what position this new move would place him. He could

bring nothing in bar of Carlton's claim unless the plea of its being a

gambling debt were urged; and that would only ruin his credit in the

business community. A hearing of the case was to take place in a week,

when judgment would go against him, and then the quick work of an

execution would render the immediate payment of the five hundred

dollars necessary. All this Ellis revolved in his thoughts, and then

deliberately asked himself the question, if it were not better to give

up at once. For a brief space of time, in the exhausted state produced

by the un-equal struggle in which he was engaged, he felt like

abandoning every thing; but a too-vivid realization of the consequences

that would inevitably follow spurred his mind into a resolution to make

one more vigorous effort to overcome the remaining difficulties of the

day. With this new purpose, came a new suggestion of means, and he was

in the act of leaving his store to call upon a friend not before

thought of, when a carpet dealer, whom he knew very well, came in, and

presented a bill.

"What is this?" asked Mr. Ellis.

"The bill for your parlour carpets," was answered.

"What parlour carpets? You are in an error. We have no new parlour

carpets. The bill is meant for some one else."

"Oh, no," returned the man, smiling. "The carpets were ordered two

weeks ago; and this morning they were put down by the upholsterer."

"Who ordered them?"

"Mrs. Ellis."

"She did!"

"Yes; and directed the bill sent in to you?"

"What is the amount?"

"One hundred and sixty-eight dollars."

"Very well," said Ellis, controlling himself, "I will attend to it."

The man retired, leaving the mind of Ellis in a complete sea of

agitation.

"If this be so," he muttered in a low, angry voice, "then is all over!

To struggle against such odds is hopeless. But I cannot believe it.

There is--there must be an error. The carpets are not mine. He has

mistaken some other woman for my wife, and some other dwelling for

mine. Yes, yes, it must be so. Cara would never dare to do this! But

all doubt may be quickly settled."

And with, this last sentence on his lips, Ellis left his store, and

walked with hurried steps homeward. Entering his house, he stood for a

moment or two in one of the parlour doors. A single glance sufficed.

Alas! it was but too true.

"Mad woman!" he exclaimed, in a low, bitter tone. "Mad woman! You have

driven me over the precipice!"

Turning quickly away, he left the house--to return to his store?--Alas!

no. With him the struggle was over. The manly spirit, that had, for

nearly two weeks, battled so bravely with difficulty without and

temptation within, yielded under this last assault. In less than an

hour, all sense of pain was lost in the stupor of inebriation!

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