ed to read men's faces, and plainly as ever
he had read, he could read the signs of distress and conflict on the
prosaic, dull features before him.

"I INTENDED to put in two bills," said he. Gilling gave a little
gasp--so little, only a quick ear could have caught it; but Harry's
ear is quick. He twisted one leg around the other, a further sign of
deliverance of mind.

"Well, sir, well, Mr. Lossing," he remarked, clearing his throat,
"I cannot express to you properly the--the appreciation I have of
your--your PRINCELY gift!" (Harry changed a groan into a cough and tried
to smile.) "I would like to ask you, however, HOW you would like it to
be divided. There are a number of worthy causes: the furnishing of the
church, which is in charge of the Ladies' Aid Society; they are very
hard workers, the ladies of our church. And there is the Altar Guild,
which has the keeping of the altar in order. They are mostly young
girls, and they used to wash my things--I mean the vestments"
(blushing)--"but they--they were so young they were not careful, and my
wife thought she had best wash the--vestments herself, but she
allowed them to laundry the other--ah, things." There was the same
discursiveness in his talk as in his sermon, Harry thought; and the
same uneasy restlessness of manner. "Then, we give to--various causes,
and--and there is, also, my own salary----"

"That is what it was intended for," said Harry. "I hope the two hundred
dollars will be of some use to you, and then, indirectly, it will help
your church."

Harry surprised a queer glance from the dean's brown eyes; there was
both humor and a something else that was solemn enough in it. The dean
had believed that there was a mistake.

"All of it! To ME!" cried Gilling.

"All of it. To YOU," Harry replied, dryly. He was conscious of the
dean's gaze upon him. "I had a sudden impulse," said he, "and I gave it;
that is all."

The tears rose to the clergyman's eyes; he tried to wink them away, then
he tried to brush them away with a quick rub of his fingers, then he
sprang up and walked to the window, his back to Harry. Directly he was
facing the young man again, and speaking.

"You must excuse me, Mr. Lossing; since my sickness a little thing
upsets me."

"Mr. Gilling had diphtheria last spring," the dean struck in, "there was
an epidemic of diphtheria, in Matin's Junction; Mr. Gilling really saved
the place; but his wife and he both contracted the disease, and hi