way t'other day."
"Then what do you want!"
"I wants rec'nition--dat's all I wants."
"Who told you to say that!" asked Mr. Graeme.
"Who tol' me to say dat?" She was puzzled.
"Yes."
"Ain' nobody tol' me to say it."
"Yes, some one has. Who was it?---the Reverend Johnson? Did n't he
tell you that!"
She hesitated; but Mr. Graeme's eye was searching.
"Well, he no mo' 'n others--no much mo'. Of co'se, he tol' me dat--he
preaches 'bout it; but did n't nobody have to tell me--I knows 'bout it
myself."
"Of course you did, and you must have it. So shall the Reverend Mr.
Johnson," said Mr. Graeme. His tone expressed such sudden amiability
that the old woman glanced at him suspiciously, but he was smiling
softly and thoughtfully to himself.
"What did you do with the four hundred and fifty-five dollars you drew
out of bank last week? Did you invest it or lend it to Mr. Johnson?" It
was a bow drawn at venture, but the arrow hit the mark, as Mr. Graeme
saw.
"I 'vested it."
"You mean Mr. Johnson invested it for you? By the way, what is his
first name!"
"Yes, sir. His name 's de Rev. Amos Johnson."
"By George! I thought so," said Graeme, half aloud. "I saw him at the
races last week. I knew I had seen him before." His countenance grew
suddenly cheerful.
"What did he give you to show for it?"
"He did n't gi' me nothin'. He 's gwine to draw the intrust for me."
"Oh! I thought so. Well, I want to see the Rev. Mr. Johnson when he
comes next time. When do you expect him?"
"I ain't 'pectin' him 't all. He comes sometimes. He was a friend o'
Cæsar's."
"Ah! he was! So I thought. Comes to smoke a cigar, I suppose!"
She looked so uneasy that he went on casually: "Well, it 's very well;
always keep in with the cloth. He is a fine preacher, I hear! Keeps quite
up with the times--interested in the races in more senses than one."
"Yes, sir; he preaches very well."
"That is all. Well, your friend must have 'rec'nition.'"
The old woman withdrew.
The following day Graeme went down to a detective agency and left a
memorandum. A few days later he received a message from the agency:
"Yes, he is the same man. He frequents the pool-rooms a good deal.
Came from Kentucky. He used to be known as 'Amos Brown.'"
IV
For some days Mr. Graeme took to coming home earlier than usual,
and one evening he was rewarded. Just after his arrival little Ben came
in, and, climbing up to his cigar box, took out several cigars, and
silently withdrew. As soon as he had disappeared his father stepped to
the telephone, and, calling up the detective agency, asked that an
officer be sent around to his house immediately. A few minutes later
the officer arrived, and after a few words with him Mr. Graeme
stationed him at the back gate and strolled back toward the kitchen. As
he softly approached the door he heard voices within-one of them his
little boy's voice, the other the deep, unctuous tones of a negro man.
The child was begging the latter to blow smoke-wreaths, and the man
was bartering with him.
"Well, you must get me more cigars; remember what I told you--six
wreaths for one cigar."
At this moment the mammy evidently came in, for Mr. Graeme heard
the man caution the child, and heard her voice for the first time,
"What dat you telling dat chile?" she demanded, suspiciously.
"Nothing. I was just entertaining him by blowing a few of those artistic
wreaths he admires so much. My good friends keep me in cigars. It is
one of the few consolations in a hard-working pastor's life. Well, sister,
I called around to tell you your investment promises to be even more
remunerative than I expected--and to tell you if you have any more, or
even can borrow any, to let me place it as you did the other. I can
guarantee to double it for you in a short time."
"I ain' got any more--an' ain' got nobody to lend me none."
"Well, ah! Could n 't you get any from your employer?" He lowered his
voice; but Graeme caught the words. "You could raise money on the
silver--and they would never know it. Besides, they owe it to you for
all the work you have done without payment. Think how many years
you worked for them as a slave without pay."
"Now, I ain' gwine to do dat!" exclaimed the old woman.
At this moment Graeme softly opened the door. The mammy was
standing with her back to him, and in
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