The banker--Homer Ward! Auntie Sue's mind, alert and vigorous as the mind of a woman of half her years, caught at the thought of her old friend and pupil.

She leaned forward in her chair over the girl who sat on the floor at her feet, and her voice was strong and clear with the strength of the spirit which dominated her frail body.
"Judy, did you tell any one else besides your father ?" "There wasn't nobody else ter tell," came the answer.

"An' pap, he 'lowed he'd kill me if I said anythin' ter anybody 'fore he'd got the money.

He aims ter git hit all for hisself." "What will he do?
Will he go to Sheriff Knox ?" "No, ma'm; pap, he 'lowed if he done that a-way, the Sheriff he'd take most of the money.

Pap's a-goin' right ter that there bank feller hisself." "Yes, yes! Go on, Judy!" "You see, ma'm, I done remembered the name of the bank an' where hit was an' Mr.Ward's name an' all, on 'count of that there money letter what you done sent 'em an' us bein' so worried 'bout hit never gittin' there an' all that.