THE REV. HARRY WILSON, M.A. 309
he made when he, too, was more than usually busy some fifteen years ago. " I was seeing a children s excursion off to the country," Mr Wilson observed in telling the story, " when I saw an ancient carriage draw up at the church door. I went up to it and helped an elderly lady to alight. She wanted to see the church. Oh ! are you Mr Wilson ? she said. * I wanted so much to make your acquaint ance. So we went into the church and sat down. I wanted to talk to you about the Men s Club you are building. I thought I should like to help in it. Not that I can do it all for you, Mr Wilson, for you want so much ! I expressed my pleasure at receiving anything she liked to give. 1 I thought I should like to give ^"300. I opened my eyes. But then, you know, you want money for Mission expenses, and I should like to help you there, too. I suggested that I should call upon her and talk it over. Certainly, the day after to-morrow at two o clock. At two o clock I was there, and found that she had written out a cheque for ^600 ^500 for the club and .100 for the Mission work. From that time she helped us continuously. She helped everything. She started the Church Shop. At a critical time, when we had just made up our minds that we could not build the Clergy House, and must wait another year, she sent for me and gave me a tract, and let out casually, in conversation, that she intended to give me ;i,ooo. For the last three years of her
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