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called the son’s attention to the fact that over a hundred million dollars had sat around the board.

But on Christmas Eve father and son were dining together without guests, and their talk across the broad table, glittering with silver and

cut glass, and softly lit by shaded candles, was intimate, though a little slow at times. The elder man was in rather a rare mood, more expansive and confidential than usual; and, when the coffee was brought in and they were left alone, he talked more freely of his personal plans and hopes than he had ever done before.

“I feel very grateful to-night,” said he, at last; “it must be something in the air of Christmas that gives me this feeling of thankfulness for the many divine mercies that have been bestowed upon me. All the principles by which I have tried to guide my life have been justified. I have never made the value of this salted almond by anything that the courts would not uphold, at least in the long run, and yet–or wouldn’t it be truer to say and therefore?–my affairs have been wonderfully prospered. There’s a great deal in that text ‘Honesty is the best’–but no, that’s not from the Bible, after all, is it? Wait a moment; there is something of that kind, I know.”

“May I light a cigar, father,” said Harold, turning away to hide a smile, “while you are remembering the text?”

“Yes, certainly,” answered the elder man, rather shortly; “you know I don’t dislike the smell. But it is a wasteful, useless habit, and therefore I have never practised it. Nothing useless is worth while, that’s my motto–nothing that does not bring the reward. Oh, now I recall the text, ‘Verily I say unto you they have their reward.’ I shall ask Doctor Snodgrass to preach a sermon on that verse some day.”

“Using you as an illustration?”

“Well, not exactly that; but I could give him some good materials from my own experience to prove the truth of Scripture. I can honestly say that there is not one of my charities that has not brought me in a good return, either in the increase of influence, the building up of credit, or the association with substantial people. Of course you have to be careful how you give, in order to secure the best results–no indiscriminate giving–no pennies in beggars’ hats! It has been one of my principles always to use the same kind of judgment in charities that I use in my other affairs, and they have not disappointed me.”

“Even the check that you put in the plate when you take the offertory up the aisle on Sunday morning?”

“Certainly; though there the influence is less direct; and I must confess that I have my doubts in regard to the collection for Foreign Missions. That always seems to me romantic and wasteful. You never hear from it in any definite way. They say the missionaries have done a good deal to open the way for trade; perhaps–but they have also gotten us into commercial and political difficulties. Yet I give to them–a little–it is a matter of conscience with me to identify myself with all the enterprises of the Church; it is the mainstay of social order and a prosperous civilization. But the best forms of benevolence are the well-established, organized ones here at home, where people can see them and know what they are doing.”

“You mean the ones that have a local habitation and a name.”

“Yes; they offer by far the safest return, though of course there is something gained by contributing to general funds. A public man can’t afford to be without public spirit. But on the whole I prefer a building, or an endowment. There is a mutual advantage to a good name and a good institution in their connection in the public mind. It helps them both. Remember that, my boy. Of course at the beginning you will have to practise it in a small way; later, you will have