eed. And, to make a clean breast of it, that is what has brought
me here this morning."

"Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Durnford, with deep interest.

"But, sir," added "Cobbler" Horn, half-rising, and putting out his hand,
"don't let me hinder you. I can come another time, if you are busy just
now."

"Don't speak of such a thing, my dear friend!" cried the minister,
putting out his hand in turn. "Keep your seat. I'm never busy on a Monday
morning--if I can help it. I am always ready, between the hours of nine
and one on Monday, for any innocent diversion that may come in my way. I
keep what is called 'Saint Monday'--at least in the morning. If I am
disturbed on any other morning, I--well, I don't like it. But any
reasonable person who finds me at home on a Monday morning--against which,
I must admit, the chances are strong, for I frequently go off on some
harmless jaunt--is quite welcome to me for that time."

"I had an idea of that, sir," responded "Cobbler" Horn.

"Ah, you are a most considerate man! But now, about the millions?"

"The Golden Shoemaker" smiled.

"Not 'millions,' sir--hardly one million yet--indeed a great deal less
now, actually in my own hands; though I am seriously afraid of what it may
become. All my investments are turning out so well, that the money is
coming in much faster than I can get rid of it! It's positively dreadful!
I shall have to increase my givings very largely in some way."

The minister held up his hands in mock astonishment; and there was a
twinkle of honest pleasure in his keen, grey eyes.

"Mr. Horn, I believe you are the first man, since the foundation of the
world, who has been troubled because his money didn't go fast enough!"

"Well, sir, that is the case."

His unwieldy wealth weighed too heavily upon his heart and conscience to
permit of his adopting the half-humorous view of the situation which Mr.
Durnford seemed to take.

"But surely, Mr. Horn," urged the minister, becoming serious, "there are
plenty of ways for your money. To get money is often difficult; it should
be easy enough to get rid of it."

"Yes, sir, there are plenty of ways. My poor, devoted secretary knows that
as well as I do. But the puzzle is, to find the right ways. If I merely
wanted to get rid of my money, the letters of a single week would almost
enable me to do that."

"Yes, yes," said Mr. Durnford, "of course. I know exactly how it is. You
could make your money up in a bag, and toss it into th