The Treasure of Heaven - A Romance of Riches by Marie Corelli
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least, Helmsley,--they do keep it up!"
Helmsley was silent for a minute or two. "We are rather wandering from the point," he said at last. "What I know of the clergy generally has not taught me to rely upon them for any advice in a difficulty, or any help out of trouble. Once--in a moment of weakness and irresolution--I asked a celebrated preacher what suggestion he could make to a rich man, who, having no heirs, sought a means of disposing of his wealth to the best advantage for others after his death. His reply----" "Was the usual thing, of course," interposed Sir Francis blandly. "He said, 'Let the rich man leave it all to me, and God will bless him abundantly!'" "Well, yes, it came to that,"--and Helmsley gave a short impatient sigh. "He evidently guessed that the rich man implied was myself, for ever since I asked him the question, he has kept me regularly supplied with books and pamphlets relating to his Church and various missions. I daresay he's a very good fellow. But I've no fancy to assist him. He works on sectarian lines, and I am of no sect. Though I confess I should like to believe in God--- if I could." Sir Francis, fanning a tiny wreath of cigar smoke away with one hand, looked at him curiously, but offered no remark. "You said I might talk out to you," continued Helmsley--"and it is perhaps necessary that I should do so, since you have lately so persistently urged upon me the importance of making my will. You are |
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