e the means of saving life."

"Dis never vill do," Mr. Swartz said, interrupting her. "My goot
woman, you must go to somepody else, I can't give away my monish."

"You have got a plenty," she persisted, "you are rich. Oh, aid me! If
you believe there is a God above, who rewards the charitable, aid me,
and receive the heartfelt blessings of a mother. Twenty dollars will
be enough to satisfy my present wants, and that sum will make but
little difference to a man of your wealth."

"Mine Cot!" he exclaimed, "If I make monish I work for it, and don't
go about begging."

"I know that," she answered, "and it is to the rich that the poor must
appeal for assistance. This has made me come to you this day. Let my
desire be realized. Aid me in saving the life of my child who is now
lying ill, and destitute of medical attendance."

He could not appreciate her appeal, and he again refused.

"I can't give you any ding," he answered.

"There is a virtue which shines far more than all the gold you
possess," replied Mrs. Wentworth. "It is in man what chastity is in a
woman. An act of charity ennobles man more than all the fame bestowed
upon him for any other merit, and his reward is always commensurate
with his works. Let this virtue move you. The ear of God cannot always
be turned against my prayers to Him, and the hour must surely come,
when my husband will be released from prison, and be enabled to repay
any kindness you may show his wife and children. Let me have the money
I have asked you for." "Oh, sir!" she continued, falling on her knees
before him, "believe the words I speak to you, and save my child from
the hands of death. But a short time ago I left her gasping for
breath, with cold drops of perspiration resting on her brow, perhaps
the marks of approaching dissolution. She is very ill, and can only
recover through proper treatment. Place it in my power to call a
physician and to procure medicines, and I shall never cease to bless
you."

He moved uneasily in his chair, and averted his head from where she
was kneeling, not because he felt touched at her appeal, but because
he felt annoyed at her importuning him for money.

"Here my voman," he said at last. "Here is von tollar pill, dat is all
I can give you."

She looked at the note in his extended hand, and felt the mockery.

"It will not do," she answered. "Let me have the amount I have asked
you for. You can spare it. Do not be hardened. Recollect it is to
pro