The vicar's appeal had been a most eloquent one, and had even penetrated the depths of Mr. Blackleigh's granite organ. The latter came forward and offered £50 for the fund.
The worthy cleric was overjoyed.
"I don't know your name, sir," he cried; "but I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I thank you! May your business prosper, sir!"
Then there was a solemn hush, and the committee looked askance at their vicar.
"What's the matter?" whispered the clergyman, turning to the chairman.
"Well—er—that donor is an undertaker!"
"There is one respect in which a live business man isn't like a tree."
"What is that?"