e, and when they do, they'll get you right."

She drew her red petticoat over her legs, tied it tightly, and went to
the door to lock it. The lock had been out of order for some time; she
could not budge it. She carried a chair over to the door, placed it
directly underneath the lock, folded her arms, sat down on it, and
remained sitting there for an hour or so blinking her evil eyes.

When no longer able to keep from going to sleep, she got up, placed the
folding table against the door, and got back into bed, murmuring
imprecations such as were second nature to her.

VI

The following day began with a heavy rain storm. Daniel had had a
restless night; he went to his work quite early. But his head was so
heavy that he had to stop every now and then, and rest it on his hand.
There was no blood, no swing to his ideas.

Toward eight o'clock the postman came, and asked for Inspector Jordan.
The old man had to sign a receipt in acknowledgment of a solemnly sealed
money order.

In the letter the postman gave him were two hundred dollars in bills and
a note from Benno. The letter had been mailed in Galveston. Benno wrote
that he had made inquiries and found that his father was still living.
He said he had been quite successful in the New World, and as a proof of
his prosperity he was sending him the enclosed sum, with the best of
greetings, in payment for the trouble he had cost his father.

It was a cold epistle. But the old man was beside himself with joy. He
ran to Daniel and then to Philippina, held the crisp notes in the air,
and stammered: "Look, people! He is rich. He has sent me two hundred
dollars! He has become an honest man, he has. He remembers his old
father, he does! Really this is a great day! A great day, Daniel,
because of something else that has just been finished." He added with a
mysterious smile: "A blessed day in the history of a great cause!"

He dressed and went down town; he wanted to tell his friends the news.

Daniel called down to know if his breakfast was ready; nobody answered.
Thereupon he went to the kitchen, and got himself a bottle of milk and
a loaf of bread. Philippina came in a little later. Her hair looked as
though a hurricane had struck it; she was in her worst humour. She
snarled at Daniel, asking him why in the name of God he couldn't wait
till the coffee had been boiled.

"Leave me in peace, Philippina," he said, "I need peace."

"Peace!