A big, burly man visited the pastor’s home and asked to
see the minister’s wife, a woman well known for her
charitable impulses.”Madam,” he said in a broken voice,
“I wish to draw your attention to the terrible plight of
a poor family in this district. The father is dead, the
mother is too ill to work, and the nine children are
starving. They are about to be turned into the cold, empty
streets unless someone pays their rent, which amounts to $400.”
“How terrible!” exclaimed the preacher’s wife. “May I ask who
you are?” They sympathetic visitor applied his handkerchief
to his eyes. “I’m the landlord,” he sobbed.