Sam's favourite story was the old one about the woman
whose child got a coin stuck in its throat. She did not
send for the doctor, but for the minister! Sam had always
seen considerable truth in this story and had told it to
every minister he had met.
He told himself now that he was glad to get back the
money, twenty-five dollars was not picked up every day.
But he was not glad. The very touch of the bills was
distasteful to him!
He did not tell his wife of the occurrence. Nor did he
put the money in the black bag, where their money was
always kept in the bureau drawer, safe under lock and
key. He could not do that without telling his wife where
it came from. So he shoved it carelessly into the pocket
of the light overcoat that he was wearing. Sam Motherwell
was not a careless man about money, but the possession
of this particular twenty-five dollars gave him no
pleasure.
CHAPTER VIII
THE OTHER DOCTOR
The young minister went down the street with a thoughtful
face.
"I wonder if I did right," he was thinking. "It is a hard
thing to talk that way to a human being, and yet it seems
to be the only thing to do. Oh, what it would mean for
God's work if all these rich farmers were saved from
their insatiable greed."
He turned into Dr. Clay's office.
"Oh, Clay!" he burst out when he had answered the young
man's friendly greeting, "it is an awful thing to lay
open a mean man's meanness, and tell him the plain truth
about himself.
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