A big, burly man visited the pastors home and asked to see the ministers 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 preachers wife. May I ask who you are?

The sympathetic visitor applied his handkerchief to his eyes. Im the landlord, he sobbed.