"How did you kiLl two men wrongly？" she asked.
"One was your husband.You remember how he charged at me in the forest， and I killed him.He was an old man and I had no grudge against him， but I killed him and took his wife.He can't be resting easy in his grave."
"But if not for that，" she s：ud， "we wouldn 't be together now.Don't worry over what's past and done with.Who was the other？"
"It was even more wrong of me to kill the other man，" he said."And two innocent people were involved who had to pay with their lives.It happened over a year ago.I had lost money in gambling and hadn't a cent left， so I slipped out one night to see what I could pick up.I noticed a door that was not locked，and when I pushed in there was not a soul there； but in the inner room I found a man drunk in bed with a pile of cash by his feet.I took some of the money and was leaving， when the fellow woke up and started crying： 'That cash was given me by my father—in—law to start a business.If vou stealit， my whole family will starve.'
