In the night the doctor was called.The news went around in the morning that the old couple were rather seriously ill—prostrated by the exhausting excitement growing out of their great windfall，the congratulations，and the late hours，the doctor said.The town was sincerely distressed；for these old people were about all it had left to be proud of，now.
Two days later the news was worse.The old couple were delirious，and were doing strange things.By witness of the nurses，Richards had exhibited checks—for $8，500？No—for an amazing sum—$38，500!What could be the explanation of this gigantic piece of luck？
The following day the nurses had more news—and wonderful.They had concluded to hide the checks，lest harm come to them；but when they searched they were gone from under the patient's pillow—vanished away.The patient said:
“Let the pillow alone；what do you want？”
“We thought it best that the checks—”
“You will never see them again—they are destroyed.They came from Satan.I saw the hell-brand on them，and I knew they were sent to betray me to sin.”Then he fell to gabbling strange and dreadful things which were not clearly understandable，and which the doctor admonished them to keep to themselves.
Richards was right；the checks were never seen again.
A nurse must have talked in her sleep，for within two days the forbidden gabblings were the property of the town；and they were of a surprising sort.They seemed to indicate that Richards had been a claimant for the sack himself，and that Burgess had concealed that fact and then maliciously betrayed it.
Burgess was taxed with this and stoutly denied it.And he said it was not fair to attach weight to the chatter of a sick old man who was out of his mind.Still，suspicion was in the air，and there was much talk.
After a day or two it was reported that Mrs.Richards's delirious deliveries were getting to be duplicates of her husband's.Suspicion flamed up into conviction，now，and the town's pride in the purity of its one undiscredited important citizen began to dim down and flicker toward extinction.
Six days passed，then came more news.The old couple were dying.Richards's mind cleared in his latest hour，and sent for Burgess.Burgess said:
“Let the room be cleared.I think he wishes to say something in privacy.”
“No!”said Richards：“I want witnesses.I want you all to hear my confession，so that I may die a man，and not a dog.I was clean—artificially—like the rest；and like the rest I fell when temptation came.I signed a lie，and claimed the miserable sack.Mr.Burgess remembered that I had done him a service，and in gratitude (and ignorance)he suppressed my claim and saved me.You know the thing that was charged against Burgess years ago.My testimony，and mine alone，could have cleared him，and I was a coward,and left him to suffer disgrace—”
“No—no—Mr.Richards，you—”
“My servant betrayed my secret to him—”
“No one has betrayed anything to me—”
—“and then he did a natural and justifiable thing,he repented of the saving kindness which he had done me，and he exposed me—as I deserved—”
“Never!—I make oath—”
“Out of my heart I forgive him.”
Burgess's impassioned protestations fell upon deaf ears；the dying man passed away without knowing that once more he had done poor Burgess a wrong.The old wife died that night.
The last of the sacred Nineteen had fallen a prey to the fiendish sack；the town was stripped of the last rag of its ancient glory.Its mourning was not showy，but it was deep.
By act of the Legislature—upon prayer and petition—Hadleyburg was allowed to change its name to (never mind what—I will not give it away)，and leave one word out of the motto that for many generations had graced the town's official seal.
It is an honest town once more，and the man will have to rise early that catches it napping again.
