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The rapt look faded from the strained face, leaving it downcast. “I’m afeared, then, I won’t be able to claim that there money,” he said forlornly.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know how to sign my own name. Raised the way I was, I never got no book learnin’. I can’t neither read nor write.”

Compassion shadowed the Judge’s chubby face; and compassion was in his voice as he made answer:

“You don’t need to worry about that part of it. You can make your mark–just a cross mark on the paper, with witnesses present–like this.”

He took up a pen, dipped it in the ink-well and illustrated his meaning.

“Yes, suh; I’m glad it kin be done thataway. I always wisht I knowed how to read big print and spell my own name out. I ast a feller oncet to write my name out fur me in plain letters on a piece of paper. I was aimin’ to learn to copy it off; but I showed it to one of the hands at the liver’ stable and he busted out laughin’. And then I come to find out this here feller had tricked me fur to make game of me. He hadn’t wrote my name out a-tall–he’d wrote some dirty words instid. So after that I give up tryin’ to educate myself. That was several years back and I ain’t tried sence. Now I reckin I’m too old to learn. . . . I wonder, suh–I wonder ef it’ll be very long before that there money gits here and I begin to have the spendin’ of it?”

“Makin’ plans already?”

“Yes, suh,” O’Day answered truthfully; “I am.” He was silent for a moment, his eyes on the floor; then timidly he advanced the thought that had come to him: “I reckin, suh, it wouldn’t be no more’n fair and proper ef I divided my money with you to pay you back fur all this trouble you’re fixin’ to take on my account. Would–would half of it be enough? The other half oughter last me fur whut uses I’ll make of it.”

“I know you mean well and I’m much obliged to you fur your offer,” stated Judge Priest, smiling a little; “but it wouldn’t be fittin’ or proper fur me to tech a cent of your money. There’ll be some court dues and some lawyers’ fees, and sech, to pay over there in Ireland; but after that’s settled up everything comes direct to you. It’s goin’ to be a pleasure to me to help you arrange these here details that you don’t understand–a pleasure and not a burden.”

He considered the figure before him.

“Now here’s another thing, Peep: I judge it’s hardly fittin’ fur a man of substance to go on livin’ the way you’ve had to live durin’ your life. Ef you don’t mind my offerin’ you a little advice I would suggest that you go right down to Felsburg Brothers when you leave here and git yourself fitted out with some suitable clothin’. And you’d better go to Max Biederman’s, too, and order a better pair of shoes fur yourself than them you’ve got on. Tell ’em I sent you and that I guarantee the payment of your bills. Though I reckin that’ll hardly be necessary–when the news of your good luck gits noised round I misdoubt whether there’s any firm in our entire city that wouldn’t be glad to have you on their books fur a stiddy customer.

“And, also, ef I was you I’d arrange to git me regular board and lodgin’s somewheres round town. You see, Peep, comin’ into a property entails consider’ble many responsibilities right frum the start.”

“Yes, suh,” assented the legatee obediently. “I’ll do jest ez you say, Judge Priest, about the clothes and the shoes, and all that; but–but, ef you don’t mind, I’d like to go on livin’ at Gafford’s. Pete Gafford’s been mighty good to me–him and his wife both; and I wouldn’t like fur ’em to think I was gittin’ stuck up jest because I’ve had this here streak of luck come to me. Mebbe, seein’ ez how things has changed with me, they’d be willin’ to take me in fur a table boarder at their house; but I shorely would hate to give up livin’ in that there little room behind the feed room at the liver’ stable. I don’t know ez I could ever find any place that would seem ez homelike to me ez whut it is.”