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Who Took It?


“Will you take charge of £20 till tomorrow morning, Marian?”

“Take charge of £20 Harold!” echoed my wife in amazement. “What do you mean?”

I settled myself down to an explanation. Explanations are things I hate, nevertheless, they are necessary sometimes. One was due on this occasion.

“You know, my dear Marian,” I began with a business like air, “that the failure of Hardinge Brothers threw scores of men, women, and children in the neighborhood out of work, in the hardest part of a very bad year. This evening a meeting was held with a view to enlisting the sympathy of the public. A subscription list was gotten up and a collection was made then and there to the tune of £20. As nothing else could be done with the… Read More