“Very well, madam, it is no matter.  I merely wanted to leave that sack in his care, to be delivered to the rightful owner when he shall be found.  I am a stranger; he does not know me; I am merely passing through the town to-night to discharge a matter which has been long in my mind.  My errand is now completed, and I go pleased and a little proud, and you will never see me again.  There is a paper attached to the sack which will explain everything.  Good-night, madam.”

The old lady was afraid of the mysterious big stranger, and was glad to see him go.  But her curiosity was roused, and she went straight to the sack and brought away the paper.  It began as follows: 

   “To be published, or, the right man sought out by private
   inquiry—­either will answer.  This sack contains gold coin weighing a
   hundred and sixty pounds four ounces—­”

“Mercy on us, and the door not locked!”

Mrs. Richards flew to it all in a tremble and locked it, then pulled down the window-shades and stood frightened, worried, and wondering if there was anything else she could do toward making herself and the money more safe.  She listened awhile for burglars, then surrendered to curiosity, and went back to the lamp and finished reading the paper: 

“I am a foreigner, and am presently going back to my own country, to remain there permanently.  I am grateful to America for what I have received at her hands during my long stay under her flag; and to one of her citizens—­a citizen of Hadleyburg—­I am especially grateful for a great kindness done me a year or two ago.  Two great kindnesses in fact.  I will explain.  I was a gambler.  I say I was.  I was a ruined gambler.  I arrived in this village at night, hungry and without a penny.  I asked for help—­in the dark; I was ashamed to beg in the light.  I begged of the right man.  He gave me twenty dollars—­that is to say, he gave me life, as I considered it.  He also gave me fortune; for out of that money I have made myself rich at the gaming-table.  And finally, a remark which he made to me has remained with me to this day, and has at last conquered me; and in conquering has saved the remnant of my morals:  I shall gamble no more.  Now I have no idea who that man was, but I want him found, and I want him to have this money, to give away, throw away, or keep, as he pleases.  It is merely my way of testifying my gratitude to him.  If I could stay, I would find him myself; but no matter, he will be found.  This is an honest town, an incorruptible town, and I know I can trust it without fear.  This man can be identified by the remark which he made to me; I feel persuaded that he will remember it.

“And now my plan is this:  If you prefer to conduct the inquiry privately, do so.  Tell the contents of this present writing to any one who is likely to be the right man.  If he shall answer, ’I am the man; the remark