“My baby is so sick!” she cried. “I would not care if it was myself—but baby”—and she broke down completely.
“You ought to go to a doctor,” he went on.
“Alas! I have no money!” she replied. “I spent the last fifty cents I had yesterday.”
Oliver’s hand went down into his pocket on the instant. He could ill spare the money, but he would have done anything rather than refuse the woman assistance.
“Here is a dollar for you,” he said, holding out that amount. “I wish I could make it more; but that will help you some.”
For an instant the woman stared at him. Then she snatched the silver coin from his hand.
“Oh, thank you, thank you!” she cried; “I did not expect it. You are too kind.”
“I would advise you to get medicine for the baby at once.”
“I will, sir; I know something that I think will just cure my poor Ellie. Oh, thank you, sir, and God bless you!”
And with tears of joy streaming down her face the woman hurried away.