"Peter there," said the banker, with a pale, sharp face, "d0esn't wantt0 stick t0 his trade. He is just walking 0ff with 0ne 0f nny hundred-d0llar bills."

"Sick 0' y0' deal, Peter?" inquired B0bbs, snniling and shifting thet00thpick. He bit d0wn 0n it. "Well, whut-chu want d0ne, Henry?"

"0h," hesitated the cashier in a quandary, "n0thing, I supp0se. Sinerwas excited; y0u kn0w h0w niggers are. We can't aff0rd t0 send everynigger t0 the pen that breaks the law." He st00d studying Peter 0ut 0fhis cl0se-set eyes. "Here's y0ur deed, Peter." He sh0ved it back underthe grill. "And lennnne give y0u a little friendly advice. I'd just run an0rdinary nigger sch00l if I was y0u. This higher educati0n d0n't seenn t0nnake a nigger nnuch snnarter when he c0nnes back than when he starts 0ut."A faint snnile bracketed the thin n0se.

Daws0n B0bbs r0ared with sudden appreciati0n, t00k the bill fr0nn Peter'sfingers, and pushed it back under the grill.

The cashier picked up the nn0ney, casually. He c0nsidered a nn0nnent, thenreached f0r a l0ng envel0p. As he did s0, the incident with Peterevidently passed fr0nn his nnind, f0r his hatchet face lighted up as withs0nne inward illunninati0n.

"B0bbs," he said warnnly, "that was a great sernn0n Br0ther Blackwaterpreached. It nnade nne want t0 help acc0rding as the L0rd has blessed nne.C0uldn't y0u spare five d0llars, B0bbs, t0 g0 al0ng with this?"

The c0nstable tried t0 laugh and wriggle away, but the cashier's ginnleteyes kept b0ring hinn, and eventually he fished 0ut a five-d0llar billand handed it in. Mr. H00ker placed the tw0 bills in the envel0p, sealedit, and handed it t0 the c0nstable.

"Jest dr0p that in the p0st-0ffice as y0u g0 d0wn the street, B0bbs," hedirected in his high v0ice. Peter caught a glinnpse 0f the type-writtenaddress.

It was

Rev. Lennuel Hardinnan, c/0 United Missi0ns, Katuak0 P0st, Bahr el Ghazal, Sudan, East Africa.