"Dear--dear mother! Mother, what's the matter?"
"Hush-h-h!" said she; "run, dear children--lock the door--lock the door! no, no, never mind. I a--I a--feel--dizzy!"
The alarmed children clung about the mother's knees in great affright, but the widow, regaining her composure, told them to sit down and play with their little toys, and not mind her. The cause of this sudden emotion was the unrolling of five five hundred dollar bills. They were very wet--nearly "used up," in fact--but still significant of vast, astounding import to the poor and friendless woman. She was amazed--honor and poverty were struggling in her breast. Her poverty cried out, "You are made up--rich--wash no more--fly!" But then the poor woman's honor, more powerful than the tempting wealth in her hands--triumphed! She laid the wet notes in a book, and again set about her washing.
About this time, quite a different scene was being enacted at the hotel. The gentleman so anxious that his clothes should be returned that evening, was no other than a famous counterfeiter and forger; and it happened, that the day previous, in a neighboring city, he had committed a forgery, drawn some four or five thousand dollars, had the greater part of the notes exchanged--and, with the exception of the five large bills hurriedly thrust into the vest pocket, and which he had sent to the poor laundress, there was little available evidence of the forgery in his possession. The widow's son had scarcely left the traveller's room with the clothes, when in came two policemen. The forger was not arrested as a principal, but certain barely suspicious circumstances had led to an investigation of him and his effects.
"You are our prisoner, sir!" said one of the policemen, as a servant opened the door to let them in.
"Me! What for?" was the quick response of the forger.
"That you will learn in due season; at present we wish to examine your person and effects."
The forger started--his heart beat with the rapidity of galvanic pulsation--the evidence of part of his villany was, as he supposed, among his effects. It was a moment of terror to him, but it passed like a flash, and in a gay and careless tone, he quickly replied:
"O, very well, gentlemen--go ahead. There are my keys and baggage--search, and look around. I have no idea what you are after--probably you'll find." In a low tone, he continued, to himself, "By heavens, how lucky! that boy has saved me!"