CHAPTER IX.
THE LIVES OF THE SAINTS.
On Wednesday afternoon McNutt drove the sad-eyed sorrel mare over to the Wegg farm again.

He had been racking his brain for a way to get more money out of the nabob, for the idea had become a veritable passion with him and now occupied all his thoughts.
That very morning an inspiration had come to him.

Among other occupations he had at one time adopted that of a book-agent, and by dint of persistent energy had sold numerous copies of "Radford's Lives of the Saints" to the surrounding farmers.

They had cost him ninety cents a copy and he had sold them at three dollars each, netting a fine profit in return for his labor.

The books were printed upon cheap paper, fearfully illustrated with blurred cuts, but the covers were bound in bright red with gold lettering.