“I see you understand it, madam. The memoranda you give me I will embody in the form of a will of my own. Proceed!”
“Put down,” said the invalid, “a hundred thousand for the Orphan Asylum.”
“Excellent; but as the Secessionists are using that sacred fund for war purposes, I shall take the liberty of withholding the bequest for the present. Go on.”
“A hundred thousand to the Lying-in Hospital.”
“Nothing could be more proper. Proceed.”
“A hundred thousand to the fund for the Sisters of Charity.”
“Ah! those dear sisters! Bless you for remembering them, madam.”
“A hundred thousand to be distributed in sums of five thousand severally to the persons whose names I have here written down.”
She handed him a sheet of paper containing the names, and he transcribed them carefully.
“And now,” resumed the invalid, “the remainder of the fund in your possession I wish paid over, when you can safely do it, one half to the slave Josephine, the other half to the white slave, Ellen Murray, of whom Josephine will tell you, and whom you must rescue from slavery. Both must be free before the money can be of any service to them.”