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“He would take up a coin and look at it as a father might look upon the face of a favorite child. Ah, me, ’twas dreadful! He would take up a piece and say to it, ‘Thou art better to me than a wife’; and to another, ‘Thou art dearer than father or mother!’ Ah, such blasphemy as I heard that night! How the sweet and blessed things of human life were derided, and the things that are divine and holy sneered at!

“At length he fell to counting his gold; and for a long, long time he counted, until his hands shook, and his eyes gleamed as if he were mad. When he had counted all, he jumped from his seat, shouting like a maniac, ‘Sixteen thousand, six hundred and sixty-six dollars!’ Again and again he shouted this in wild triumph.

“After a while he sobered down, and inside of me he began to pack away his treasures–carefully, caressingly, as a mother might lay her children to sleep. When I was full to the brim with shining gold, he put my head on, fitted the upper hoop on snugly, and then put me in the bed. The great knife he slipped under the pillow. Then, blowing out the light, he lay down beside me with one arm thrown about me. So the miser, clasping me to his heart, fell asleep.

“Day after day, night after night, this selfsame performance was repeated. My master did little work; indeed, he did not seem eager to increase his store, but merely to hold it safely. But about this he was so anxious that he was in a fever of excitement all the time. For days he would not leave the house. Never was he free from the fear of losing his money. And this suspicion had poisoned his whole life, had made him hate his kind and lose all belief in the love and the goodness of God, that he had once professed.

“One day in summer he left the front door open. I was drowsing, when suddenly I heard him give a frightened yell. In the doorway stood a man and a woman. The man was the village pastor, and the woman, I soon learned, was my master’s wife. For a moment my master stood looking angrily at them. Then he said abruptly, ‘Why did you come here?’

“‘John,’ said the woman, ‘your child Mary is dying; and I thought that you, her father, would want to see her before she passed away.’ Her voice choked, and her breast heaved with sobs.

“‘Dying, is she?’ said my master brutally. ‘I don’t believe it. You are simply after my gold. You might as well get away from here,’ he added with a threatening look.

“‘John,’ returned the woman, great tears coming to her eyes, ‘I never in my life lied to you. Mary is dying, and I could not let her go without giving you a chance to see her. Last night in her delirium she begged for you. She wants you, John; she wants to say good-by to you!’

“But my master remained unmoved. The sinister look in the eyes, the doggedness of the face did not change. He stared at them; then he shouted in frenzy: ‘You lie! You want my money! Everybody wants it! Everybody loves it! There isn’t an honest man in the world! All are thieves! All are lovers of gold! I know by your looks that you love it,’ he went on; ‘and you can’t fool me by your tears and your preaching. You get out of this house!’ he suddenly shrieked, ‘or I will kill you,–both of you!’ He swore a terrible oath and stepped back to seize the heavy bludgeon on the table. The woman cried out in fear and turned away weeping. But the parson stood his ground.

“‘John Roberts,’ he said, ‘thou art a doomed man. The lust of gold that destroys so many is in thee strong and mighty, and only God can save thee, nor He against thy will. Repent, or thou shalt perish in a lonely place, on a dark night, with none to help thee or hear thy cries; and all thy gold shall perish with thee.’ So saying, he turned and slowly left the house.