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176 THE $500 CHECK. in his bare feet. He paused at the kitcher door, and heard the farmer talking in his sleep. This alarmed him. He decided that it would not do to replace the pitcher in the pantry, as he would be likely to be heard. He waited where he was for five minutes, and then ven- tured into the kitchen. This time he was suc- cessful, and with mind relieved returned to his chamber. Phineas was dozing in his chair. ‘* You had better get into the bed, Mr. Wil- son,’’ said Bert, filled with compassion for the weary waylarer. ‘‘I’Il lie on the floor.’’ “If you don’t mind. Iam fagged out.’’ Bert made a pillow of his coat and trousers, and stretched himself on the floor. He found that there was an inside bolt, with which he fastened the door, to guard against any unex- pected visit from Mr. or Mrs. Wilson. He fell asleep again, and was only roused by a loud voice at the foot of the back stairs. ‘*'Time to get up!”’ called the farmer. ‘*All right!’’ responded Bert in a loud tone. Fortunately Silas Wilson did not think it (E(@) Al (C JOO “S