“Does anything but waste come of your fault-finding?”

“Now, who’s finding fault?”

Dr. Lively left the table and took down his case of sea-weeds, and turned it over in his hand.

“The only thing that came through the fire,” he said musingly.

“And of what account is it?” said Mrs. Lively.

“It may prove to be of value,” he said.  “To-night’s addition will make my collection very fine.  I may take some premiums on it at fairs.”  He sat down and began to compare the specimens just received with his previous collection.

“What is the use of looking over those things—­miserable sea-weeds?  You’d better bring in some wood and draw some water:  it nearly breaks my back to draw water up that rickety-rackety well.”

“Good Heavens!” cried Dr. Lively, springing to his feet like one electrified.  “What does it mean?”

Mrs. Lively gazed at him:  his hand was full of money, greenbacks.

“I found them here, among the sea-weeds in the case.”  He counted them out on the table, Mrs. Lively standing by watching him, for once speechless.  “It’s just the amount we lost, and the same bills.  See here:  ten five-hundred-dollar bills, and this change that we lost in Chicago; and four ten-dollar bills and four fives that were lost here.  They are the same bills.  Who put them here?”

“I don’t know,” replied Mrs. Lively in a low tone:  “I didn’t.”  She spoke as though she was dealing with something supernatural.

In the case of sea-weeds, the only thing that came through the fire!  How often had she pronounced it worthless!  What a spite she had conceived against it!  How the sight of it had all along exasperated her!

“It is very strange,” said the doctor, believing in his secret soul that his wife had put the money there and forgotten it.  “Have you no recollection of putting the money here?” he said cautiously.  “Try to think.”

“I never put it there,” she said in a subdued, dazed way:  “I know I never did.”

Napoleon came in eating an apple.  He was informed of the discovery, and closely questioned.  “Don’t know nothin’ ’bout it,” he declared.  “Go back to Chicago?” he asked.

“Yes,” answered the doctor.  “The money’s here, however unaccountably:  we’ll accept the fact and thank God.”  The doctor’s lip quivered, and Mrs. Lively burst into tears.  “We will go back home, to the most wonderful city in the world.  If possible, we’ll buy the very lot where we lived, and build a little house.  Many of those who lived in the neighborhood, my old patients, will return, and so I shall have a practice begun.  I shall start for Chicago in the morning.  You can make an auction of the few traps we have here, and follow as soon as possible.  You’ll find me at Mrs. B——­’s boarding-house on Congress street.”