The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1904-02-19

name must ever be-
Mrs. Trapaud was habitually careful
shout money, never leaving csreiessly
about any sums however small. She
never distrusted any of her people. but
she knew the value of the axiom concern
ing the open door. On this particular
morning, however, she rang the bell for
breakfast to be cleared while the leo
sovereigns were still lying glistening in
the sun upon the table.
Daniel answered the summons as usual
: and began to clear away. AS he did so
his eye fell on the money and he gave
little quick, sharp gasp. Mrs. Trapsud
heard it and turned to look at him.
YES" she said, 'it's lot of money,
: isn't it, Da- eel? One hundred and thirty
pounds. The bay mare and her foal
fetched it."
Daniel murmured some reply, and went
on removing the breakfast things. Mrs.
Trapaud rose, folded her napkin leisure
ly, and gathering up the gold pieces,
crossed to the fireplace and put them in q
tidy little heap on the mantelpiece Then
she walled into the conservatory that
opened out Of the room to see how her
pointsettia was coming on. Suddenly
her pulses stopped and her heart stood
still to listen. She heard voice dis
tinctly speaking in weird, mad whis-
per from the breakfast room behind.
Make man rich for life" it said,
and repeated the phrase like a litany.
She turned.
Daniel was standing near the mante1-
piece, his face white as death, great drops
of sweat standing out upon his brow.
Z His fingers twitched nervously, his eye
balls were painfully distended. Coyetous-
ness, avarice, greed, were writ large
upon his countenance. He looked horri-
BILE. Instinctively Mrs. Trapaud shrank
back among the greenery to watch.
Make man rich for life!" reiterated
Daniel with curious sibilant sourd.
make man rich for life-rich for life!"
With one swift look In the direction of
| the conservatory he put out his hand, and
with stealthy touch noiselessly took the
gold. You could have heard pin drop.
Mrs. Trapaud stepped quickly forward.
Daniel. what are you doing? Put that
! money down."
| She spoke sharply-peremptor
Daniel turned. An ugly look came over
his face; he was dangerous.
put it down this minute" she said.
Make a man rich for life he NUT
tered, backing to the door.
Daniel. are you mad? Put 1t down at
once, say"
She had reentered the room now and
! her hand was on the bell. With quick
movement Daniel reached out to the
sideboard and seized knife; in his other
/ fist he still clutched the gold.
II see,' she said quietly. Then we
have been housing thief and murder
er for five and 20 years." -
The knife dropped from his hand. A
violent trembling shook him in every
limb, the wild, weird look died out OF
his eyes, and he stood for m ON ent gaz-
ing dazedly at the money in his clinched
palm.
Daniel. put it down."
He crossed to the mantelpiece as
though in dream and put the none
/ back where he had found it In the spirit
of little child. Then he stood there
silent. his head bowed upon his breast
at is the first time 1 have ever I'm own
you drunk. Daniel said Mrs. Trapaud
slowly do rot ever let me see you
drunk aeain or shall have to dismiss
you. Now you may co.
He turned and walled slowly to the
door. He had his back to her. but she
could see his shoulders heave Presently
he turned again, his face still bowed
upon his breast
God bless zee. mistress. ," he said brok-
emily and went out-The Tattler..