I tell all this dreary stuff to you thinking that you may pass it on to their folks.

Somebody ought to go to their relief.'" "Relief!" exclaimed Miss Vance.

"And the money that they were flinging into the gutter was earned day by day by his old mother! Every dollar of it! I know that during the last year she has done without proper clothes and food to send their allowance to them." "You forget," said Lucy, "that George Waldeaux was doing noble work in the world.

It was a small thing for his mother to help him." "Noble work?
His pictures or his sermons, Lucy ?" demanded Miss Vance, with a contemptuous shrug.
Lucy without reply walked out to the inn garden and seated herself in a shady corner.

There Mr.Perry found her just as the first stroke of the angelus sounded on the air.