d, criticised, and said he did not look much like
a millionaire; but there were many in that motley crowd in whose hearts,
during those few brief days on the ocean, "Cobbler" Horn made for himself
a very sacred place.

In the course of a day or two, the decks and saloons began to assume a
more animated appearance. Hitherto "Cobbler" Horn had not greatly
attracted the attention of the passengers with whom he was more
immediately associated; but now that they were in a condition to think
of something other than their own concerns, their interest in him began
to awake. Who had not heard of "the Golden Shoemaker"--"The Millionaire
Cordwainer"--"The Lucky Son of Crispin"--as he had been variously
designated in the newspapers of the day? When it became known that so
great a celebrity was on board, there was a general desire to make his
acquaintance. Some vainly asked the captain to give them an introduction;
some boldly introduced themselves.

"Cobbler" Horn was courteous to all, in his homely way; but he showed no
anxiety to become further acquainted with these obtrusive persons. The
simplicity of his manners and the plainness of his dress caused much
surprise; and the public interest concerning him sensibly quickened when
whispers floated forth of the giving up of his berth to the invalid
passenger, and of his charitable doings amongst the poor emigrants.

During the voyage, "the Golden Shoemaker" spent much time in close and
prayerful study of his Bible, which had ever been, and still was, his
dearest, and well nigh his only, book. He was induced to do this not only
by his love of the Book itself, but also by a definite desire to absorb,
and transfuse into his own experience, all those teachings of the Word of
God which bore upon the new position in which he had been so strangely
placed.

First of all, he turned to certain notable passages of Scripture which
shot up before his memory like well-known beacon-lights along a rocky
coast. There glared upon him, first of all, the lurid denunciation which
opens the fifth chapter of the Epistle of James, commencing, "Go to now,
ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you!"
"God forbid," he cried, "that my 'gold and silver' should ever become
'cankered!' It would be a terrible thing for their 'rust' to 'witness
against me,' and eat my 'flesh as it were fire'; and it would be yet more
dreadful for the money which has such power for good to be itself give