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 terible plight of a poor family in this district. The father is dead, themother is too ill to work, and the nine children are starving. They are about to be turned into the cold, empty streets unless somone pays their rent which amouts to $400"

"How terrible!" exclaimed the preacher's wife. "May I ask who you are?"

The smypathetic visitor applied his handkerchief to his eyes. "I'm the landlord," he sobbed.