bright winning smile. "We say a little prayer for the loved ones who
are gone, when we speak of them," he explained. "But we don't say it
out loud, for fear of seeming to parade our religious convictions. We
hate cant in our Community."

"I cordially agree with the Community, Amelius. But, my good fellow,
have you really no friend to welcome you when you get to London?"

Amelius answered the question mysteriously. "Wait a little!" he
said--and took a letter from the breast-pocket of his coat. Mr.
Hethcote, watching him, observed that he looked at the address with
unfeigned pride and pleasure.

"One of our brethren at the Community has given me this," he announced.
"It's a letter of introduction, sir, to a remarkable man--a man who is
an example to all the rest of us. He has risen, by dint of integrity
and perseverance, from the position of a poor porter in a shop to be
one of the most respected mercantile characters in the City of London."

With this explanation, Amelius handed his letter to Mr. Hethcote. It
was addressed as follows:--

To John Farnaby, Esquire,
Messrs. Ronald & Farnaby,
Stationers,
Aldersgate Street, London.



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