ood and draw some water: it nearly breaks
my back to draw water up that rickety-rackety well."

"Good Heavens!" cried Dr. Lively, springing to his feet like one
electrified. "What does it mean?"

Mrs. Lively gazed at him: his hand was full of money, greenbacks.

"I found them here, among the sea-weeds in the case." He counted
them out on the table, Mrs. Lively standing by watching him, for once
speechless. "It's just the amount we lost, and the same bills. See
here: ten five-hundred-dollar bills, and this change that we lost in
Chicago; and four ten-dollar bills and four fives that were lost here.
They are the same bills. Who put them here?"

"I don't know," replied Mrs. Lively in a low tone: "I didn't." She
spoke as though she was dealing with something supernatural.

In the case of sea-weeds, the only thing that came through the fire!
How often had she pronounced it worthless! What a spite she had
conceived against it! How the sight of it had all along exasperated
her!

"It is very strange," said the doctor, believing in his secret soul
that his wife had put the money there and forgotten it. "Have you no
recollection of putting the money here?" he said cautiously. "Try to
think."

"I never put it there," she said in a subdued, dazed way: "I know I
never did."

Napoleon came in eating an apple. He was informed of the discovery,
and closely questioned. "Don't know nothin' 'bout it," he declared.
"Go back to Chicago?" he asked.

"Yes," answered the doctor. "The money's here, however unaccountably:
we'll accept the fact and thank God." The doctor's lip quivered,
and Mrs. Lively burst into tears. "We will go back home, to the most
wonderful city in the world. If possible, we'll buy the very lot where
we lived, and build a little house. Many of those who lived in the
neighborhood, my old patients, will return, and so I shall have a
practice begun. I shall start for Chicago in the morning. You can
make an auction of the few traps we have here, and follow as soon as
possible. You'll find me at Mrs. B----'s boarding-house on Congress
street."

There was some further planning, so that it was eleven o'clock before
they retired. Napoleon went to bed hungry that night, if indeed since
the Chicago fire he had ever gone to bed in any other condition.
He dropped off to sleep, however, and all through his dreams he was
eating--oh such good things!--juicy steaks, feathery biscuits, flaky
pies, baked apples and cream. He a