A Philanthropist

"I suspected him from the first," said Miss Gould, with some irritation, to her lodger. She spoke with irritation because of the amused smile of the lodger. He bowed with the grace that characterized all his lazy movements.

"He looked very much like that Tom Waters that I had at the Reformed Drunkards' League last year. I even thought he was Tom--"

"I do not know Tom?" hazarded the lodger.

"No. I don't know whether I ever mentioned him to you. He came twice to the League, and we were really quite hopeful about him, and the third time he asked to have the meeting at his house. We thought it a great sign--the best of signs, in fact. So as a great favor we went there instead of meeting at the Rooms. I was a little late--I lost the way--and when I got there I heard a great noise as if they were singing different songs at the same time. I hurried in to lead them--they get so mixed in the singing--and--it makes me blush now to think of it!--the wretch had invited them all early, and--and they were all intoxicated!

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