A Mountain Woman and Other Stories
There was a bit of unfinished sewing there, and it fell out as he lifted the cover. It was a
baby's linen shirt. Jim let it lie, and then lifted from its receptacle a silver thimble. He put
it in his vest-pocket.
The campaign came on shortly after this, and Jim Lancy was defeated. "I'm going to
Omaha," said he to the station-master, "and I've got just enough to buy a ticket with.
There's a kind of satisfaction in giving the last cent I have to the railroads."
Two months later, a "plain drunk" was registered at the station in Nebraska's metropolis.
When they searched him they found nothing in his pockets but a silver thimble, and Joe
Benson, the policeman who had brought in the "drunk," gave it to the matron, with his
compliments. But she, when no one noticed, went softly to where the man was sleeping,
and slipped it back into his pocket, with a sigh. For she knew somehow -- as women do
know things -- that he had not stolen that thimble.