er a few mouthfuls laid
down his knife and fork.

"Where's the coffee?" he asked.

"I have no warm coffee," she answered.

"Don't you drink coffee in the morning?"

"Yes, but breakfast was over two or three hours since. Shall I get you a
glass of water?"

"Haven't you any cider?"

"It seems to me you are particular," said Mrs. Cole, growing indignant.

"All the same I want some cider," said the tramp, impudently.

"I have no cider," answered Mrs. Cole, shortly.

"A pretty farmhouse this is, without cider," growled the tramp. "You can
make me some coffee, then!"

"Who are you to order me round in my own house?" demanded Mrs. Cole,
angrily. "One would think you took this for a hotel."

"I take it for what I please," said the tramp.

"If my husband were here you wouldn't dare to talk to me like this!"

It was an unguarded admission, made on the impulse of the moment, and
Mrs. Cole felt its imprudence as soon as she had uttered the words, but
it was too late to recall them.

"Where is your husband?" asked the tramp, his face lighting up with a
gleam of exultation.

"Near by," answered Mrs. Cole, evasively; but her visitor saw that this
was not correct.

"How much money have you in the house?" he demanded, abruptly.

"Money?" gasped the farmer's wife, turning pale.

"Yes, money! Didn't I speak plain enough?" asked the tramp, angrily.

"Are you a thief, then?"

"Don't you dare to call me a thief!" said the tramp, menacingly.

"Then, if you are an honest man, why do you ask that question?"

"Because I am going to borrow what money you have."

"Borrow!"

"Yes," said the man, with a grin. "I'll hand it back when I come around
again."

Under ordinary circumstances there would not have been money enough in
the farmhouse to be anxious about, but it so happened that Farmer Cole
had sold a yoke of oxen, and the money received, a hundred dollars,
was upstairs in a bureau drawer. The thought of this, though she didn't
suppose the tramp to be aware of it, was enough to terrify Mrs. Cole,
and she sank back in the chair in a panic. Of course the tramp inferred
that there was a considerable sum in the house.

"Come, hurry up!" he said, roughly, "I can't wait here all day. Where do
you keep the money?"

"It is my husband's," said Mrs. Cole, terrified out of all prudence.

"All right! I'll pay it back to him. While you're about it, you may
collect all the spoons, too. I'm going to open a boarding house," h