"Let me hold it." "Oh, my God!" gasped Hughie with the dot fever flaring in his honest eyes.

"That ain't mortar.

It's only ashes.

Look!" Kenny frantically pulled out a brick and dropped it with a clatter.
Another and another.
"Hold the lamp closer, Hannah!" directed Hughie, reaching within.
"There's something here!" Shaking violently he pulled forth a battered box and flung back the lid.

It was stuffed to the brim with ragged money.
"Glory be to God!" cried Kenny and proceeded to pull the mantel down.
But he found no more.
"And to think of him burrowin' there in the bricks," marveled Hannah, "and him that weak a child could push him over." "Ah!" said Kenny, "but his will was strong." He counted the money with trembling fingers and a smile, curiously pleased and tender, and declared his belief that the doctor was right.
The ragged hoarding--he shivered slightly with revulsion as he touched a tattered bill--represented the rest, residue and remainder of Adam's wealth wheresoever situate.