e sea at one throw,
if that were all."

"Yes," replied "Cobbler" Horn, with a quiet smile; and he sighed faintly,
as though he wished it were permissible to rid himself thus easily of his
golden encumbrance.

"But that is not all, Mr. Durnford," he then said.

"No, Mr. Horn, you feel that it would not do to cast your bread on the
waters in that literal sense. You are constrained to cast it, not into
the sea, but, like precious seed, into the soil of human hearts and
lives--soil that has been prepared by the plough of poverty and the
harrow of suffering. Isn't that it, my friend?"

"Cobbler" Horn leaned forward in his chair, with glistening eyes.

"Yes, sir; go on; you are a splendid thought reader."

"You feel that merely to dispose of your money anyhow--without
discrimination--would be worse than hoarding it up?"

"That I do, sir!"

"It is not your money, but the Lord's; and you wish to dispose of every
penny in a way He would approve?"

"Yes, sir," was "Cobbler" Horn's emphatic confirmation; "and I'm so
anxious about it that often I can't sleep at nights. I expect the Lord
gave me all this money because He knew I should want to use it for Him;
and I'm determined not to disappoint Him. I feel the more strongly on the
subject, because there's so much of the Lord's money in the world that he
never gets the benefit of at all."

The minister listened gravely.

"So you want my advice?"

"Yes, sir; and your help. My difficulty is that it is the unworthy who are
most eager to ask for help. Those who are really deserving are often the
last to cry out; and many of them would rather die than beg. Now, sir, I
want you to help me to find out cases of real need, to tell me of any good
cause that comes to your knowledge; and suggest as many ways as you can of
making a good use of my money. Will you do this for me, sir? Although you
have helped me so much already, I don't think you will refuse my request."

The minister listened to this appeal from "the Golden Shoemaker" with a
feeling of holy joy.

"No, my dear friend," he said, "I will not refuse your request. How can I?
Believing, with you, that your wealth is a Divine trust, I regard your
appeal as a call from God Himself. Besides, you could not have demanded
from me a more congenial service. You shall have all the help I can give;
and between us," he added, with a reviving flicker of his previous
facetiousness, "we shall make the millions fly."

"Thank you, he