See you Tuesday night.' "He went off, stoppin' everybody he met to tell 'em the news.

And on Thursday Ed Barnes dropped in to pay me the seventy-five cents he'd borrowed two years ago come Fourth of July.

When I'd got over the fust shock and had counted the money three times, I commenced to ask questions.
"'Somebody die and will you a million, Ed ?' I wanted to know.
"'No,' says he.

'It's the reward of virtue.

I'm goin' to be a better man.