There was a profound and impressive silence, which lasteda considerable time; then both men broke into a fusilladeof exciting and admiring ejaculations over the strange incidentsof the tale; and this, along with a rattling fire of questions,was kept up until all hands were about out of breath.

Then my friends began to cool down, and draw off,under shelter of occasional volleys, into silence andabysmal reverie. For ten minutes now, there was stillness.

Then Rogers said dreamily--'Ten thousand dollars.'

Adding, after a considerable pause--'Ten thousand. It is a heap of money.'

Presently the poet inquired--'Are you going to send it to him right away?'

'Yes,' I said. 'It is a queer question.'

No reply. After a little, Rogers asked, hesitatingly:

'ALL of it?--That is--I mean----'

'Certainly, all of it.'

I was going to say more, but stopped--was stopped by atrain of thought which started up in me. Thompson spoke,but my mind was absent, and I did not catch what he said.

But I heard Rogers answer--'Yes, it seems so to me. It ought to be quite sufficient;for I don't see that he has done anything.'

Presently the poet said--'When you come to look at it, it is more than sufficient. Just look at it--five thousand dollars! Why, he couldn't spend it in a lifetime!

And it would injure him, too; perhaps ruin him--you want to look at that.

In a little while he would throw his last away, shut up his shop, maybe taketo drinking, maltreat his motherless children, drift into other evil courses,go steadily from bad to worse----'

'Yes, that's it,' interrupted Rogers, fervently, 'I've seen ita hundred times--yes, more than a hundred. You put money intothe hands of a man like that, if you want to destroy him, that's all;just put money into his hands, it's all you've got to do;and if it don't pull him down, and take all the usefulness out of him,and all the self-respect and everything, then I don't know human nature--ain't that so, Thompson? And even if we were to give him a THIRDof it; why, in less than six months--'

'Less than six WEEKS, you'd better say!' said I, warming up and breaking in.

'Unless he had that three thousand dollars in safe hands where he couldn'ttouch it, he would no more last you six weeks than---- '

'Of COURSE he wouldn't,' said Thompson; 'I've edited books for thatkind of people; and the moment they get their hands on the royalty--maybe it's three thousand, maybe it's two thousand----'

'What business has that shoemaker with two thousand dollars,I should like to know?' broke in Rogers, earnestly. 'A man perhapsperfectly contented now, there in Mannheim, surrounded by his own class,eating his bread with the appetite which laborious industry alonecan give, enjoying his humble life, honest, upright, pure in heart;and BLEST!--yes, I say blest! blest above all the myriads that goin silk attire and walk the empty artificial round of social folly--but just you put that temptation before him once! just you lay fifteenhundred dollars before a man like that, and say----'

'Fifteen hundred devils!' cried I, 'FIVE hundred would rot his principles,paralyze his industry, drag him to the rumshop, thence to the gutter,thence to the almshouse, thence to----'

'WHY put upon ourselves this crime, gentlemen?' interrupted the poetearnestly and appealingly. 'He is happy where he is, and AS he is.

Every sentiment of honor, every sentiment of charity, every sentimentof high and sacred benevolence warns us, beseeches us, commands us to leavehim undisturbed. That is real friendship, that is true friendship.

We could follow other courses that would be more showy; but none that wouldbe so truly kind and wise, depend upon it.'

After some further talk, it became evident that each of us, down in his heart,felt some misgivings over this settlement of the matter. It was manifestthat w............