Then he said slowly, as he tossed the burnt end of the match from him: "You said something, Jack, about some of your friends helping.

Could Mr.
MacFarlane ?" "No,--he hasn't got it,--not to spare.

I was thinking of another kind of help when I spoke.

I supposed you had got into debt, or something, and were depending on your commissions to pull you out, and that some new job was hanging fire and perhaps some of us could help as we did on the church." "No," rejoined Garry, in a hopeless tone, "nothing will help but a certified check.

Perhaps your Mr.Grayson might do something," he continued in the same voice.
"Uncle Peter! Why, Garry, he doesn't earn ten thousand dollars in three years." Again there was silence.
"Well, would it be any use for you to ask Arthur Breen?
He wouldn't give me a cent, and I wouldn't ask him.