A persistent wooer of the Goddess Fortune, Uncle Tom is at last rewarded. She smiles and showers him with her favor. Uncle Tom receives a telegram announcing that his lottery ticket wins the capital prize. Jealously guarding his secret he awaits in trembling expectancy the arrival of the money. Although treated harshly he smiles at the thought of his future independence. When the expressman arrives Uncle Tom is alone. Jubilantly he gloats over his newly acquired wealth, oblivious to surroundings the entrance of husband and son is not heard. Too late for concealment he meets their covetous gaze. From a “Thing of Joy” his money becomes a source of constant worry. Hiding it in a trunk the boy sees him, changing the place of hiding to the old carpet-bag he is spied on by the husband. At this juncture Mirandy entering discovers the “Peeping Toms” and hustles them both out to the woodpile. Uncle Tom, still dissatisfied, carries the money to the garret, and hides it in an old chair. The boy, thinking the money in the trunk, carries it up into the garret and forces it open, only to find that he had his “Trouble for his pains.” Someone coming he hides in the trunk. The husband slyly enters with the carpet-bag, breaking it open his disappointment knows no bounds. Hearing footsteps, he hides behind an old sofa. Entering, Uncle Tom, still worried over the safety of his fortune, removes it from the old chair and leaves, oblivious to the amazement and chagrin of the arch conspirators.