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He was an up-to-date, energetic,
ambitious young man, .arid, quickly
roused his flock out of the dozing and
dreaming rut. His parishioners ac
cepted him' with complacency and
even -fervor, but at the end of two
months he told. Alyin one day that he
was somewhat discouraged.
"The church needs.all kinds ofre
pairs," he confidentially imparted,
"and they have contributed" in the
last thirty days just half enough to
pay my month's salary." "
Alvin -reflected over all this. He
met his '.former fiancee on the street.
She idolized her brother, and wjien
Alvin referred to him she forgot the
gulf between "them. She was anxious,
earnest, .tearful, as she asked her old
lover if -something could not be done
to mendvthe situation.
"I' think;! "see "a way," said Alvin,
a queer twinkle in that inventive eye
"Oh'; if you only could," began
Viola," and;thfen, she flushed crimson,
"OhTwe're great good .friends," re
assured Alvin, "Let ms be better
ones. I shall only haye one opinion
of you while I live, and it urges me to
do all I can for the best man I ever
"Thank you," said Viola breath
lessly, and her heart beat a good deal
faster as she watched Alvin go down
the street, the same generous-hearted
fellow he would always be.
Immediately Alvin forgot the
pending suit. An extravagant soul of
hope awoke within him; .He set .bis
wits at work. . I
"The young minister was called,
away from town temporarily. On'e'
evening there was a church sociable.
Alvin was always the life and leader,
of such functions. Viola was also
there, it was after the refection that
Alvin rapped on a table for order and
t '"Friends," he said, placing a box
befoie'hirn, "Vhaxe something to. say
before we go up to.our homes. This'
is the best church in the world
fixed up. Our splendid young pastbr
is the best preacher in' the' world
paid up. We've all got into a m,ea'n -and
stingy, rut. Let's get out of it." .
The church deacons looked
askance, the lay members curious
and excited. " , j
"You know I'm a sort of dabbler in
inventions-," proceeded Alvin, plac-w
ing his hand on the box. This .is my.
latest one. It's called the cash an
.nunciator,' and I've got it up espe-
dally for this church." ;
Alvin took off the coyer of the boxfi
amid grim, expectant silence. Then
he. placed beside it come coins. i
"This is my patent collection.box,";
he .proceeded, "and I want the church
to adopt' it. My contribution will be?
the coins you see here. Now observe:
X wish to donate a dollar."
He slipped a silver dollar through7
the slot in-.the box. A mellow tinkle'
seemed to gently thank the donor. 1
- "Half a dollar," announced Alvin.
This time the apparatus was less
musical. There was a sort of rasp-
ing reproach for acknowledgement.
A hoarse; cracked bell note rang
"Ten cents " ' the bell jangled
"One cent," spoke Alvin. finally.
An unearthly racket came from the
box. It seemed to pursue the donor
with, a chorus sounding -like stones
thrown against a metal plate.
The audience snickered some of;
them roared with laughter. Miserly.
John Duke, the richest man in town,'
looked sheepish. Robert Jones, sec-,
ond in social importance, scowled se-'
'verely. Then the corner of his lips'
'began to twitchi .
"Mr. Draper he spoke out, "you
can put a five-doil4r attachment tor
me. regularly on that invention of I
"I'll make it ten," announced Mf.
Duke, after a pause.
"Yes, no more1 pennies," spoke "un.