"It's awful the carryings
on they is nowadays. Why a body can't never tell who to
trust, and I thought him such a nice young man. And he paid
me for what he got, too."
The dog, bored by the inaction, had wandered back into
the summer kitchen and resumed his broken slumber. One of
the tramps was leaning against the wall talking with the
farmer woman. The other was busily engaged in scratching his
right shin with what remained of the heel of his left shoe. He
supported himself with one hand on a small table upon the
top of which was a family Bible.
Quite unexpectedly he lost his balance, the table tipped, he
was thrown still farther over toward it, and all in the flash of
an eye tramp, table, and family Bible crashed to the floor.
With a little cry of alarm the woman rushed forward to
gather up the Holy Book, in her haste forgetting the shotgun
and leaving it behind her leaning against the arm of a chair.
Almost simultaneously the two tramps saw the real cause of
her perturbation. The large book had fallen upon its back,
open; and as several of the leaves turned over before coming
to rest their eyes went wide at what was revealed between.
United States currency in denominations of five, ten, and
twenty-dollar bills lay snugly inserted between the leaves of the
Bible.
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