We are so made that we cannot do a kind
act without feeling the better for it."
"Well, I think he was a queer sort of a man if he was kind. I
never knew any one to walk so fast. I spoke to him once, but he
did not answer. Perhaps the wind roared so he couldn't hear me."
"No doubt he was hurrying home to his wife and children," she said
with a deep sigh.
When his boy disappeared within the door of the cottage, Marlow
turned and walked rapidly toward the city, first going to the
grocery at which he had been in the habit of purchasing his
supplies. The merchant stared for a moment, then stepped forward
and greeted his customer warmly.
"Well," he said, after his first exclamations of surprise were
over, "the snow has made you almost as white as a ghost; but I'm
glad you're not one. We scarce ever thought to see you again."
"Has my wife an open account here now?" was the brief response.
"Yes, and it might have been much larger. I've told her so too.
She stopped taking credit some time ago, and when she's had a
dollar or two to spare she's paid it on the old score.
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