The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-07-29
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 thick budget of letters. and then went on on his errand. He was used 70 missions of this sort, which MT. Lam pirthy never entrusted to any one else. As a rule they meant business, but ne could not guess what business the millionaire could have with the mem Der of any religious order
 He returned a few minutes before lunch.
 "Weil?" said Mir. Lampirthy as the young man entered the room.
 For reply the secretary handed him a copy of a newspaper MT. Lam pirthy read a marked paragraph and smiled
 "Did you see him." he asked.
 NO. but found out that he owes weeks rent"
 Poor. eh?"
 "Yes, it's a wretched slum."
 Not the sort of place where one would expect to md much happiness Gus Dixon shrugged his shoulders
 Not enough to turn his brain" he answered.
 "A lunatic. eh?"
 Without doubt. sir"
 Well. drop him a line and say that I'll see him tomorrow morning at II o'clock. These madmen are sometimes worth meeting"
 "Fd be careful. sir, if were you. This fellow seems to be an Anarchist. He's got money on the brain, If he's none in his pocket
 T can look after myself. Dixon. Drop him line at once."
 "Yes. sir," the secretary replied May I have the letter." And he held out his hand.
 Father Francis 22s Dartford Road. Bermondsey." said Mir Lampirthy driiy. and. leaning forward. he dropped the letter in the fire.
 Tt is quite private" he said by way of explanation. And Mir. Gus Dixon left the room.
 The next morning Father Francis, at tended by his usual retinue of gutter Arabs. arrived at the door of the Carl ton" and was immediately bounced on by jealous policeman. The Interven- tion of aehall porter, who had received instructions, and the production of Mir. Lampirthy's letter, removed this dif- ficulty, and. amid the smiles of we'll bred men and women. the enthusiast was ushered up the stairs to the apart ments of the millionaire. His face was grim as he strode silently past the eyes of tue idlers. His attitude was erect and digniied and there was the light of battle in his eyes. the stern resolve of man who has made up his mind to fight till his weapons break in his hand.
 To the onlookers he was merely an object of curiosity. His long hair. hts unkempt beard. his strange garb were only ridiculous. The general impress sion was that he had come from the East to sell tFinkets.
 He was shown into a room which Mir. Lampirthy reserved for his own particular use, and which was as nearly similar to library as any room in a hotel could possibly hope to be. It f4r~3 3.R hask ffSsA able. and almost homelike in it's fur 1aiture. As he entered. Mir. Lampirs thy half rose from his chair in front of d desk and bowed stiffiy. Then he re- seated himself. and Father Francis re- mained standing with folded arms and chin sunk on his breast.
 "A pose" said Mir. Lampirthy to hiIn- self. and then aloud. Please take q seat, str."
 Father Francis seated himself on small chair. looked at Mir. Lanpirthy and again folded his arms. as though waiting for the millionaire to speak.
 Your letter" said Mir. LAmpirthy, ''amussd me. aroused my curiosity. I suppose that is the effect you wanted to producer"
 Father Francis did not reply. His eyes were fixed on the ground, and he was apparently lost in thought.
 T wished to see the man who could
 
 millionaire.
 "Is that ar9' was the reply. The tone of the mans voice expressed no disappointment. only incredulity. It was deep and earnest, and though the speaker did not lift his eyes from the ground the man who heard the words. felt that the eyes were looking at him.
 No" said Mir. Lampirthy briskly, that is not all. You have something to sell. What is it?'
 T have nothing to sell." the visitor replied. Something to give-perhaps, Something to say, if you will listen to me-"
 Say on. win listen."
 They tell me that you are the rich est man in the world" said the visitor, after a pause. in which his eyes scru- tnized the face of the millionaire. You represent in yourself the highest ideal, the highest ambition. of the pres ent age. You are what all men would like to be. Are you happy7"
 Doubtless you have read all about that in the papers, replied Mir. Lan- pirthy, with sheer.
 T can read it in your face" was the reply. ''Yet there are plenty of rich men who enjoy life. You are differ ent' however; and the difference is all to your credit"
 MT. Lampirthy smiled. He was i'm. previous to flattery.
 You are not unhappy because you are rich. You are unhappy because you are unsatisfied. You would be just as miserable if you were merely q we'll to-do merchant, If you were a small Ehopkeeper, an artisan, a beggar. You would still be unsatished. You would feel that you were made for something better that there were things more to be desired than money"
 Mir. Lampirthy did not answer, He was wondering what amount he would be asked for at the end of the inter view.
 "Your money" continued Father Francis, "Is not a burden to you. but 1t is useless and of no benefit to the world. And the curse that has been laid upon you Is this-that till you die you shall go on working like a slave and shall know the worthlessness of your labor"
 more serious look came into MT. Lampirthy's eyes. He knew that the man was speaking the truth.
 T have heard all that before." he said, wearily. T get a thousand let ters a day pointing out various ways in which I can relieve myself of my money"
 ''Yes. in charity. But that does not -
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