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“Man, man!” he exclaimed, “have you gone daffy?”

“Oh, no!Oh, no!” rejoined the other.”There are people in this world who know pretty nearly as much as you do — understand?”

For a moment they stood gazing at each other. Upon the Swede’s deathly pale cheeks were two spots brightly crimson and sharply edged, as if they had been carefully painted. Scully placed the light on the table and sat himself on the edge of the bed. He spoke ruminatively.”By
cracky, I never heard of such a thing in my life. It’s a complete muddle. I can’t for the soul of me think how you ever got this idea into your head.”Presently he lifted his eyes and asked: “And did you sure think they were going to kill you?”

The Swede scanned the old man as if he wished to see into his mind.”I did,” he said at last. He obviously suspected that this answer might precipitate an outbreak. As he pulled on a strap his whole arm shook, the elbow wavering like a bit of paper.

Scully banged his hand impressively on the foot-board of the bed.”Why, man, we’re goin’ to have a line of ilictric street-cars in this town next spring.”

“‘A line of electric street-cars,'” repeated the Swede stupidly.

“And,” said Scully, “there’s a new railroad goin’ to be built down from Broken Arm to here. Not to mintion the four churches and the smashin’ big brick school-house. Then there’s the big factory, too. Why, in two years Romper’ll be a met-tro-pol-is.”

Having finished the preparation of his baggage, the Swede straightened himself.”Mr. Scully,” he said with sudden hardihood, “how much do I owe you?”

“You don’t owe me anythin’,” said the old man angrily.

“Yes, I do,” retorted the Swede. He took seventy-five cents from his pocket and tendered it to Scully; but the latter snapped his fingers in disdainful refusal. However, it happened that they both stood gazing in a strange fashion at three silver pieces on the Swede’s open palm.

“I’ll not take your money,” said Scully at last.”Not after what’s been goin’ on here.”Then a plan seemed to strike him.”Here,” he cried, picking up his lamp and moving toward the door.”Here!Come with me a minute.”

“No,” said the Swede in overwhelming alarm.

“Yes,” urged the old man.”Come on!I want you to come and see a picter — just across the hall — in my room.”

The Swede must have concluded that his hour was come. His jaw dropped and his teeth showed like a dead man’s. He ultimately followed Scully across the corridor, but he had the step of one hung in chains.

Scully flashed the light high on the wall of his own chamber. There was revealed a ridiculous photograph of a little girl. She was leaning against a balustrade of gorgeous decoration, and the formidable bang to her hair was prominent. The figure was as graceful as an upright sled-stake, and, withal, it was of the hue of lead.”There,” said Scully tenderly.”That’s the picter of my little girl that died. Her name was Carrie. She had the purtiest hair you ever saw!I was that fond of her, she — “

Turning then he saw that the Swede was not contemplating the picture at all, but, instead, was keeping keen watch on the gloom in the rear.

“Look, man!” shouted Scully heartily.”That’s the picter of my little gal that died. Her name was Carrie. And then here’s the picter of my oldest boy, Michael. He’s a lawyer in Lincoln an’ doin’ well. I gave that boy a grand eddycation, and I’m glad for it now. He’s a fine boy. Look at ‘im now. Ain’t he bold as blazes, him there in Lincoln, an honored an’ respicted gintleman. An honored an’ respicted gintleman,” concluded Scully with a flourish. And so saying, he smote the Swede jovially on the back.

The Swede faintly smiled.

“Now,” said the old man, “there’s only one more thing.”He dropped suddenly to the floor and thrust his head beneath the bed. The Swede could hear his muffled voice.”I’d keep it under me piller if it wasn’t for that boy Johnnie. Then there’s the old woman –Where is it now?I never put it twice in the same place. Ah, now come out with you!”