First there was silence, then a shout of delight; and when it ceased the player's voice thrilled every heart to passionate patriotism, as he sang with magnificent power and feeling-- There is not a spot on this wide-peopled earth So dear to our heart as the Land of our Birth, etc.
A tumult of hearty applause followed, and then he cried, "Gentlemen, this old man fought for the land of our birth.

He is dying of hunger," and into the old man's hat he dropped a bill and then handed it round to millionaire and workingman alike.

Ethel's purse was in her hand.

As he passed along the curb at which her carriage stood, he looked at her eager face, and with a smile held out the battered hat.

She, also smiling, dropped her purse into it.