It was very curious.

He could actually see them in his own handwriting.

He rubbed his eyes, and the figures disappeared.
Well, he gave a good deal, anyhow--a good deal more than most men, he reflected.

He looked at the later stubs and was gratified to find how large the amounts were,--they showed how rich he was,--and what a diversified list of charities he contributed to: hospitals, seminaries, asylums, churches, soup-kitchens, training schools of one kind or another.

The stubs all bore the names of those through whom he contributed--they were mostly fashionable women of his acquaintance, who either for diversion or from real charity were interested in these institutions.
Mrs.Wright's name appeared oftenest.