"That I do, sir!" "It is not your money, but the Lord's; and you wish to dispose of every penny in a way He would approve?" "Yes, sir," was "Cobbler" Horn's emphatic confirmation; "and I'm so anxious about it that often I can't sleep at nights. I expect the Lord gave me all this money because He knew I should want to use it for Him; and I'm determined not to disappoint Him. I feel the more strongly on the subject, because there's so much of the Lord's money in the world that he never gets the benefit of at all." The minister listened gravely. "So you want my advice?" "Yes, sir; and your help. My difficulty is that it is the unworthy who are most eager to ask for help. Those who are really deserving are often the last to cry out; and many of them would rather die than beg. Now, sir, I want you to help me to find out cases of real need, to tell me of any good cause that comes to your knowledge; and suggest as many ways as you can of making a good use of my money. Will you do this for me, sir? Although you have helped me so much already, I don't think you will refuse my request." The minister listened to this appeal from "the Golden Shoemaker" with a feeling of holy joy. "No, my dear friend," he said, "I will not refuse your request. How can I? Believing, with you, that your wealth is a Divine trust, I regard your appeal as a call from God Himself. Besides, you could not have demanded from me a more congenial service. You shall have all the help I can give; and between us," he added, with a reviving flicker of his previous facetiousness, "we shall make the millions fly." "Thank you, heartily, sir. But I must warn you that you have undertaken no light task. We shall have to dispose of many thou----" "We will make them vanish," broke in the minister, "like half-pence in the hands of a conjuror." "I know," said "Cobbler" Horn, with a smile, "that you ministers are well able to dispose of the money." "Yes, I suppose we are. But, dear friend, let it be understood, at the outset, that I can be no party to your defrauding yourself." "It is all the Lord's money," said "the Golden Shoemaker." "Yes; but, if you employ it for Him, He means you to have your commission." "Oh, as to that, a very little will serve. My wants are few." "My dear friend," remonstrated the minister, "are you not in danger of falling into a mistake? God has given you the power to acquire a great deal of the good of this world; and I don't think it would be right for you not to make a pretty complete use of your opportunities. Though you should be ever so generous to yourself, and live a very full and abundant life, you will still be able to give immense sums of money away; and such a life would fit you all the better to serve God in your new sphere." "You think that, do you, sir?" asked "Cobbler" Horn, evidently impressed. "I certainly do."