Mr. Lee said he had been drinking. He stopped the horses, and asked a gentleman who the man was. He was told that he was a poor man who spent all he could earn for liquor, and that he had just taken enough to make him ugly, so that he wanted to fight.
“You see what good your money has done, Henry,” said Mr. Lee, as he started the horses.
“Yes, sir; it has done more harm than good. I will never give money again, unless I am pretty sure that it will do good.”
“That is a good lesson for you to learn. It is not charity to give to every one that asks us.”
In a little while the party reached Mr. Lee’s house, where they had a nice time all the rest of the day—a better time, I am sure, for having begun the day with a good deed.