"Men ain't very apt to get along too well in the world who spend their time in begging for every object of charity that happens to turn up.

And there are plenty of such, dear knows.

He's got a dollar out of me; may it do him, or the poor widow he talked so glibly about, much good." Cold water had been poured upon the feelings of Andrew Lyon.

He had raised two dollars for the poor widow, but, at what a sacrifice for one so sensitive as himself.

Instead of keeping on in his work of benevolence, he went to his shop, and entered upon the day's employment.