The $500 Check — page 201: what you’re looking at

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182 THE $500 CHECK. ‘* Not that I ever heard of,’’ Bert answered, alter a pause. ‘*T knew a boy once that did—it was a second cousin of my brother’s first witfe.’’ ‘‘T am sure I never get up in my sleep.”’ The door leading into the entry from which the back-stairs ascended was open, and through this, just at this moment, was heard a sound that startled all three who were sitting at the breakfast table. It was a loud, unmistakable sneeze, and it came from the chamber which Bert had occu- pied. The farmer and his wife started as if the house had been shaken by an exploding bomb- shell. Both turned as pale as death, looked fearfully at each other, and clutched tightly at the edges of the table. ‘‘Silas!’’? said Mrs. Wilson, in a hollow voice, ‘‘ the burglar is upstairs |!” GOmMmichoo CS