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The Sport of the Gods by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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"Why, I wo'ked fu' it, o' co'se, whaih you s'pose I got it? 'T ain't
drappin' off trees, I reckon, not roun' dis pa't of de country."

"You worked for it? You must have done a pretty big job to have got so
much money all in a lump?"

"But I did n't git it in a lump. Why, man, I 've been savin' dat money
fu mo'n fo' yeahs."

"More than four years? Why did n't you put it in the bank as you got
it?"

"Why, mos'ly it was too small, an' so I des' kep' it in a ol' sock. I
tol' Fannie dat some day ef de bank did n't bus' wid all de res' I had,
I 'd put it in too. She was allus sayin' it was too much to have layin'
'roun' de house. But I des' tol' huh dat no robber was n't goin' to
bothah de po' niggah down in de ya'd wid de rich white man up at de
house. But fin'lly I listened to huh an' sposited it yistiddy."

"You 're a liar! you 're a liar, you black thief!" Oakley broke in
impetuously. "You have learned your lesson well, but you can't cheat me.
I know where that money came from."

"Calm yourself, Mr. Oakley, calm yourself."

"I will not calm myself. Take him away. He shall not stand here and lie
to me."

Berry had suddenly turned ashen.

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