Mr Nice Guy.................................

A big, burly man visited the pastor's home and asked to see the
minister's wife, a woman well known for her charitable impulses.

"Madam," he said in a broken voice, "I wish to draw your attention to
the terrible plight of a poor family in this district. The father is
dead, the mother is too ill to work, and the nine children are starving.
They are about to be turned into the cold, empty streets unless someone
pays their rent, which amounts to $400."

"How terrible!" exclaimed the preacher's wife. "May I ask who you are?"

The sympathetic visitor applied his handkerchief to his eyes. "I'm the
landlord," he sobbed.

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DL