The Culpepper Mortgage Company employed fifty men, who handled money all over the West, and one of the coloured men who opened the door at the annual social affair at the Culpepper home also took care of the horses, and drove the colonel down to his office in the Barclay block every morning, and drove him home in the evening.
"Well," said Watts McHurdie to Gabriel Carnine as the two walked down the hill into the business section of the town, a few days after the corner-stone of Ward College was laid, "old Phil has got his college started and Mart's got his church a-going." "You mean the East End Mission?
Yes, and I don't know which, of 'em is happier over his work," replied Carnine.
"Well, Mart certainly is proud; he's been too busy to loaf in the shop for six months," said McHurdie.
Carnine smiled, and stroked his chestnut beard reflectively before he added: "Probably that's why he hasn't been in to renew his last two notes.

But I guess he does a lot of good to the poor people over there along the river.

Though I shouldn't wonder if he was encouraging them to be paupers." Carnine paused a moment and then added, "Good old Mart--he's got a heart just like a woman's." They were passing the court-house square, and Bailiff Jacob Dolan, with a fist full of legal papers, caught step with Carnine and McHurdie.

"We were talking about Mart Culpepper and his Mission Church," said Carnine.

"Don't you suppose, Jake, that Mart, by circulating down there with his basket so much, encourages the people to be shiftless?
We were just wondering." "Oh, you were, were you ?" snapped Dolan.