, and there's the other."

"I don't like bran-new nothin's, Mr. Butterfield. I ain't a Radical, I
ain't. Why, I've seed in my time an election last a week, and beer a-
runnin' down the gutters. It was the only chance a poor man 'ad. Wot
sort of a chance 'as he got now? There's nothin' to be 'ad now unless
yer sweat for it: that's Radicalism, that is, and if I 'ad my way I'd
upset the b---y Act, and all the lot of 'em. No, thank yer, Mr.
Butterfield, I'll 'ave the old sovereign; where did he come from now, I
wonder."

"Come from? Why, from your shop. Mr. Catchpole has just paid it me. You
needn't go a-turnin' of it over and a-smellin' at it, Mr. Jim; it's as
good as you are."

"Good! I worn't a-thinking' about that. I wor jist a-looking at the
picter of his blessed Majesty King George the Third, and the way he wore
his wig. Kewrus, ain't it? Now, somebody's been and scratched 'im jist
on the neck. Do yer see that ere cross?"

"You seem awful suspicious, Mr. Jim. Give it me back again. I don't
want you to have it."

"Lord! suspicious! Ere's your twenty shillin's, Mr. Butterfield. I wish
I'd a 'undred sovereigns as good as this." And Mr. Jim departed.

Mr. Furze lost no time in communicating his discovery to his wife.

"Furze," she said, "you're a fool: where's the sovereign? You haven't
got it, but how are you to prove now that he has got it? We are just
where we were before. You ought to have taxed him with it at once, and
have had him searched."

Mr. Furze was crestfallen, and made no reply. The next morning at church
he was picturing to himself incessantly the dreadful moment when he would
have to do something so totally unlike anything he had ever done before.

On the Sunday afternoon Jim appeared at the Terrace, and Phoebe, who was
not very well, and was at home, announced that he wished to see Mr.
Furze.

"What can the man want? Tell him I will come down."

"I think," said Mrs. Furze, "Jim had better come up here."

Mr. Furze was surprised, but, as Phoebe was waiting, he said nothing, and
Jim came up.

"Beg pardon for interruptin' yer on Sunday arternoon, but I've 'eerd as
yer ain't satisfied with Mr. Catchpole, and I thought I'd jist tell yer
as soon as I could as yesterday arternoon, while I was mindin' the shop,
and he was out, I 'ad to go to the till, and it jist so 'appened, as I
was a-givin' change, I was a-lookin' at a George the Third sovereign
there, and took partickl