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A Woman's Opinion

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AN HONEST MAN IS THE NOBLEST WORK OF GOD

On one occasion, while in Charlotte, I lost my pocketbook, containing $125. I had it in my hand when I left the drug store, and when I got to the Central, I found I had lost it, had dropped it on the street. It was on a Saturday evening and the town was filled with people. The streets wore their usual Saturday evening aspect, and I felt the uselessness, even of a search. It was carelessness I was ashamed of and did not wish known, so I resolved I would be silent and tell no one of my loss. I would borrow money and return home, and no one should ever be the wiser.

It was an uncomfortable feeling to lose one hundred and twenty five dollars, and to know that it was gone forever. It was hard to make and its loss meant so much to me.

I sat in my room in meditation anything but enviable. In about an hour, there came "A tapping, a tapping at my chamber door". I opened it, found not a Raven, but Mr. John A. Morris--"the only".

"Is this Mrs. Joe Person"?

"It is."

"Mrs. Person, have you lost anything?"

"Thank the good Lord", I said, "You have found my pocketbook!"

"Yes, I found it on the street, and your money is safe."

It is a glorious thing to meet with an honest man, a man, who unseen except by his God, could have done so differently. He handed

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it to me, and I feel to this day that I did not say half enough or do half enough, for he would not let me say a thing, or do a thing.

Mr. Morris little knew what his find meant to me, for it was my all at that time, and I feel now, when I pass him on the street, I would like to do so, with head uncovered.

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