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TEE WARNING HAND
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RETURNING HOME INTOXICATED
' ' Jack, ' ' she said seriously, ' ' it will require every cent of that money to cover our indebtedness and keep a roof over our heads. No, Jack, I cannot spare it."
She took a single bill from the roll, gave it to me, and left the room.
My heart was sullen and wicked again. I sat there until the front door closed, and I heard her footsteps on the pavement outside. Then I jumped, and, in a few moments, had the flimsy little safe open and the ample roll of bills in my eager hands.
But as I turned, I was staggered at the sight of the picture with the warning hand that my father, with his last breath, had called to my attention. I could have sworn the drapery hung undrawn over it when I entered the room! Then, as I gazed at it, fascinated— and this I would take my oath to — the hand slowly raised, and the fingers pointed accusingly toward the roll of bills in my hand !
tions to do better, after that awful concentrated experience, were of the best. The warning hand haunted me day and night.
A week later, however, my evil life sought me out. It was your letter, Jim, that did it. I remember it perfectly :
I trust, old man, you will be able to take up your I O U's tomorrow. It is imperative that I have the money to meet a note. For God's sake, dont fail me !
If I'd had the money, tho it had been my last cent, I would have paid you. But I was penniless, and owed every friend I had.
Mother was my only resource. Despondently I sought her.
She was just dressed to go out as I was admitted to her room. Immediately upon hearing my request, she went to the wall-safe father had built for her, and took from it a roll of bills. My heart beat wildly with gratitude and honest, wholesome joy. But suddenly mother turned, and looked at me. I knew she was recalling the incident of my appearance the evening of father's death.
TEMPTED TO FORGERY