"See here, boys," spoke out one of the company, "can't we do
something for poor Mrs. Morgan? Can't we make up a purse for her?"

"That's it," was quickly responded; "I'm good for three dollars;
and there they are," drawing out the money and laying it upon the
counter.

"And here are five to go with them," said I, quickly stepping
forward, and placing a five-dollar bill along side of the first
contribution.

"Here are five more," added a third individual. And so it went on,
until thirty dollars were paid down for the benefit of Mrs.
Morgan.

"Into whose hands shall this be placed?" was next asked.

"Let me suggest Mrs. Slade," said I. "To my certain knowledge, she
has been with Mrs. Morgan to-night. I know that she feels in her a
true woman's interest."

"Just the person," was answered. "Frank, tell your mother we would
like to see her. Ask her to step into the sitting-room."

In a few moments the boy came back, and said that his mother would
see us in the next room, into which we all passed. Mrs. Slade
stood near the table, on which burned a lamp. I noticed that her
eyes were red, and that there was on her countenance a troubled
and sorrowful expression.