How much do you think I shall give to-day ?" "How much, Monsieur le Cure ?" "One thousand francs!" "One thousand francs!" "Yes.

We are millionaires now; we possess all the treasures of America, and you talk about economy?
Not to-day, at all events; indeed, I have no right to think of it." After saying mass at nine o'clock he set out and showered gold along his way.

All had a share--the poor who acknowledged their poverty and those who concealed it.

Each alms was accompanied by the same little discourse: "This comes from the new owners of the Longueval--two American ladies, Mrs.Scott and Miss Percival.

Remember their names, and pray for them." Then he made off without waiting for thanks, across the fields, through the woods, from hamlet to hamlet, from cottage to cottage--on, on, on.