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that, poor as we are, a chance came
our way to help you along."
The man arose and took up his
ragged cap. He bobbed a "Thank
you" to Nellie, he looked John all
"Boss," he said simply, "you are a
real man!" He turned to the door.
Then halted and veered about.
"I noticed a shed in the rear," he
said. "I don't want to impose on you,
but J could bunk there comfortably
for the night, if you say so."
"We can do better than that for
you, neighbor," spoke John at once.
"There's a half garret overhead. If
you can accommodate yourself to a
rickety bed and some draft, you are
welcome to the shelter."
airs. Valentine nudged her hus
band, but he was impervious. He
rose, lit a candle and bade their guest
follow him. The stairs were rickety,
the attic cobwebbed. There stood an
old bedstead. It had only a spring
on it, but John fished out a worn pil
low and a dusty blanket, shook it out
and placed it on the bed.
"It isn't much to offer you." He
laughed, but in a dismal sort of way.
"It will be luxury to me," asserted
the tramp strenuously, and his hard
face softened and John went down
stairs. "Oh, John! how could you? broke
out Mrs. Valentine at once. "Why,
that was all there was for supper and
not another bite in the house."
"But I'm hot at all hungry," Insist
ed her husband. "If I was, that poor
fellow's enjoyment of the meal would
make me glad to deny myself."
"And putting him m the old garret
where grandfather used to sleep
not invaded for years! It's a sort of
"Nonsense, Nellie!" returned Mr.
Valentine. "The old bed is ready to
fall down. Don't worry, dear. Badl
off as we are, it's nothing to the fix
that poor outcast is in."
They were indeed bad off. The
past year had been a struggle for
them. Things had gone from bad to
worse. The old house they had been
left by Grandfather Ellis was mort
gaged to the limit. John had lost his
position in the town. Their credit
was exhausted, the last cent gone.
Unless John found work they were
They sat thinking over this for
some time in dead silence. They
were startled as the door leading to
the attic was opened. The tramp
"I did not stop to think," he said,
humbly, "but I'm subject to night
mares. Sometimes I holler out like
mad, sometimes I cavort around like
a jumping jack."
"Don't let that Worry you, friend,"
directed John. "We're not sleeping
any too good ourselves, these days."
"That is true !" sighed Nellie sadly.
Mr. Valentine came up to his wife
and kissed her fondly. Then they
went over their prospects and plans.
The first was dubious, the latter
vague, but there was the home vil
lage where Nellie had lived to go
back to a new start in life, much as
, it hurt the pride of John.
I His courageous spirit buoyed Nel
lie up. She smiled through her
"There may be showers of bless
ings in store for us yet," she said
brightly. "Oh, John!"
In dismay she shrank back and in
alarm John drew her to one side to
evade a real shower of splinters and
Evidently their tramp visitant had
one of his nightmares. There was a
vast commotion overhead. A body
seemed to bound from the bed with
a yell. The rotted floor of the attic
gave way. Down came plaster, laths,
and, following, a bag, another, a
The fabric that composed them
burst as the bags struck the table.
Gold gold gold!
Eagles and double eagles chinked,
spun and rolled on the floor. Coins,
yellow, gleaming, pirouetted, rolled,