Chapter I. Martha
In the long run all love is paid by love, Tho‘ undervalued by the hosts of earth. The great eternal government above Keeps strict account, and will redeem its worth. Give thy love freely； do not count the cost； So beautiful a thing was never lost In the long run. ----Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Thomas Perkins was astonished beyond words. Martha had asked for money! The steady, reliable, early-to-bed, early-to-rise Martha--the only one of his family that was really like his own people. If he could believe his senses, Martha had asked for two dollars in cash, and had distinctly said that due bills on the store would not do!

If Martha had risen from her cradle twenty-five years ago and banged her estimable parent in the eye with her small pink fist, he could not have been more surprised than he was now! He stared at her with all this in his face, and Martha felt the ground slipping away from her. Maybe she shouldn‘t ha

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