"No, I've nothing pressing for an hour. I always like to relieve the unfortunate."
"What shall I do?" thought Martin, as he walked by the side of the benevolent stranger. At length an idea struck him.
"It isn't everybody that would be willing to risk going with me," he said.
"Why not?"
"They'd be afraid to come."
"Why? What danger is there?"
"My third child is 'most dead with the small-pox," answered Martin, with a very dejected look.
"Good heavens! and I might have carried the infection home to my children," exclaimed the stranger, in excitement.
"Then you won't go with me?" asked Martin.
"Here," said the gentleman, producing fifty cents, "here's a little money. Take it, and I hope it'll do you good."