"
Here our strange auditor came forward with a small tin whistle in his
hand, and gravely presenting it to Fred, he advised him to try its note
on the hard-hearted parent who opposed his happiness. In the deepening
twilight, Fred and Mike, putting their heads together, read the
following legend graven upon it:--
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad!
We all laughed outright, except the donor.
"This is not Oberon's whistle, at any rate," I said.
"No," he answered, "the inspiration of this is from Mammon, whose gates
I understood shut Mr. Smith out from his true love. A single blast on
it will, I dare say, open them wide enough to let him in."
"Then it's as good as money to you, Fred," said Mike.
"That's what our old boss used to tell us," answered Fred ruefully,
"when he gave us orders on a neighboring grocery, in lieu of cash for
our wages. But I must confess I have now, as I had then, a prejudice
in favor of the circulating medium."
"If so, whistle for it at once," said the other.
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