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Other tradesmen, too, suffered by this shipwreck. Mr. Vollmar did what he could to help them and, little by little, they were able to go on with their business. But times changed, and there was little demand for Mr. Vollmar’s goods. Failure stared him in the face.

“If I must give up my business, it will comfort me to know that when I have paid all my debts I shall still have a few dollars left. My conscience will be clear when I know that no one has lost one cent through me, and that my honor before God and man remains unspotted.”

Pressed on all sides, he was almost forced to give up, but as a last resort he made up his mind to seek aid from two friends, both very rich men. But the one said: “I am sorry that I cannot help you, for I need my money myself.” The other man said: “I would lend you some money, but I’m afraid I won’t get it back.”

This treatment at the hands of his best friends, pained him sorely, and he returned in sadness to his home. Before entering, he seated himself in a little bower to review the situation. The sun shone with a friendly light; the birds sang their gladsome songs; and the flowers stood forth in all their gay coloring.

“How hard it will be for me to leave this beautiful garden upon which I have spent so much money, and in which I have enjoyed so many happy hours. Who knows in what corner of the earth I shall be obliged to seek a new home?”

He became sadder each moment, and, sinking upon his knees, he prayed for help. Hearing footsteps, he arose, and, looking down the footpath, he saw an old man with snow-white hair being led by a little boy. Both seemed very poor, but they were neatly clothed.

Just then the boy said to his companion: “Here, under this tree, is a nice seat. You are so tired, dear grandfather, rest here a little and be comforted; for the way is not much longer.” Then they both seated themselves.

“It is a great undertaking for a man like me, blind and feeble, to travel such a distance,” said the old man. “‘Tis true, oculists often cure blind people, but I wonder if my blindness can be cured by that doctor of whom we have heard so much? Besides, we have so little money, and what will we live on while we’re in the city? It must soon be fifty years since I worked as a mason there. I really know no one to whom we could apply for aid; for all my friends have passed on to a better land. But I trust God will help us find some place to rest.”

As Mr. Vollmar heard these words, he became greatly touched. “To be blind,” said he, “and not to see the blue sky, the trees, the flowers, the sun and the people–that must be hard indeed. This man’s sorrows are greater than mine. I have my two strong eyes; and should I lose my whole wealth, it would be as nothing compared to the loss of my sight.

“These poor people–this blind man, this brave boy–know how to find comfort in their sorrow by trusting in God. I will learn from them and trust, too.”

Just then Mrs. Vollmar entered the garden with her two children, and Mr. Vollmar beckoned them to join him. He related all that he had heard the old man say.

“My dear husband,” said Mrs. Vollmar, “let us take them into our house. Though we are getting poorer each day, I am sure that what we do for them will not hurt us; for, it is written: ‘Be merciful and you shall obtain mercy.'”

“True,” said Mr. Vollmar, “and you certainly have a bigger heart than I have. Let us not only give them food and shelter, but let us call in an eminent eye doctor and have him examine this man’s eyes.”