"Then where's the money?" "How in the name of sense do you think I know? I'd go and get it if I knew. Dear! dear! dear! dear! The savings of ten years gone in a night, after all my pinching! I've done my own work--" "When you couldn't get a girl," said Napoleon. "I've worn old-fashioned clothes; I've twisted and screwed in every possible way to save that money--" "Pa saved it," was Napoleon's emendation. "Well," retorted the lady, "he'd better not have saved it: he'd better have let his family have it. What's the use of saving money for burglars?" "You think now that the burglars have it?" said the doctor dryly. "Oh, for pity's sake, hush! I don't think anything about it. I believe I'm going insane. How in the universe we're ever going to live is more than I can conceive." "My dear, we are better off than we were ten years ago, for I yet have my practice, and we are as well off as you thought we were two days ago; and you were happy then." "Happy!" There was a volume of bitter scorn in the word as Mrs. Lively uttered it. "Oh, my dear!" said the husband in a tone of piteous remonstrance. The next evening, which was Sunday, Dr. Lively and wife went to church, and; heard a sermon by the Rev. Charles Hilmer from the words, "Help one another." "What's the use of preaching such stuff?" said Mrs. Lively with petulance when they were out of church. "Nobody heeds it. Who's going to help us in our loss?" "Our lesson from that sermon is, that we are to help others," said the doctor. "We help others! I'd like to know what we've got to help others with! Five thousand dollars out of pocket!" "There's a fire somewhere," said the doctor as an engine whirled by them while they stood waiting for a car. The lady and gentleman proceeded to their home on the South Side, and went to bed, though the fire-bells were still ringing. About midnight they were roused by a violent ringing of the door-bell. Dr. Lively started up with a patient on his mind. "There's a fire somewhere," he exclaimed immediately, perceiving the glare in the room. Mrs. Lively was out of bed in an instant. "Where? where's the fire?" she cried. "Is the house afire? I believe in my soul it is." "No," said Dr. Lively, who had gone to the window; "but there's a tremendous fire to the south-west. The flames seem to be leaping from roof to roof. That was a policeman who rang us up. He seems to be waking all this neighborhood."