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118 The Story of Dorothy Grape. “Yes,” he said, his cool, calm tones contrasting with the Squire’s hot ones, “we intend to effect a work that has never yet been attempted. Why, sir, by our exertions three parts of the complaints of hunger, and what not, will be done away with.” The Squire folded his hands in an ecstacy of reverence. ‘That is, you will relieve it,” he remarked. ‘“ Bountiful Samaritans !” “Relieve it, certainly—where the recipients are found to be deserving,” returned the other. ‘‘ But non-deserving cases—impos- tors, ill-doers, and the hke—will get punishment instead of relief, if we can procure it for them.” “Quite right, too,” warmly assented the Squire. ‘Allow me to shake your hand again, sir. And you gentlemen are out every day upon this good work! Visiting from house to house !” “Some of us are out every day: we devote our time to it.” “And your money, too, of course!” exclaimed the Squire. “Listen, Johnny Ludlow,” he cried, turning to me, his red face glow- ing more and more with every word, “I hope you'll take a lesson from this, my lad! Their time, and their money too!” The thin gentleman cleared his throat. ‘‘ Of course we cannot do all in the way of money ourselves,” he said; “‘some of us, indeed, cannot do anything in that way. Our operations are very large; a great deal is needed, and we have to depend upon a generous public for help.” ‘By their making subscriptions to it?” cried the Squire. “ Undoubtedly.” | The Squire tugged at an inner pocket. ‘Here, Johnny, help me to get out my cheque-book.” And when it was got at, he drewa cheque for ten pounds there and then, and laid it on the table. ‘“ Accept this, sir,” he said, ‘and my praises with it. And now I should lke to recommend to your notice a case myself—a most deserving one. Will you take it in hand?” “ Certainly.” The Squire gave Mrs. Mapping’s adic telling briefly of her present distress and weakly state, and intimated that the best mode of relief would be to allow her a few shillings weekly. ‘‘ You will be sure to see to her?” was his parting injunction. ‘She may starve if you do not.” “Have no fear: it is our business to do so,” repeated the thin gentleman. ‘Good day.” “Johnny,” said the Squire, going up the street sideways in his excitement, ‘‘it is refreshing to hear of these self-denying deeds. These good men must be going on straight for heaven!” “Take care, sir! Look where you are going.” He had bumped up against a foot-passenger who was hurrying along. It was Pitt, the surgeon. ‘The Squire excused his flurry by telling where he had come from. | EORNIELDIOOKS3 EO) im