Don’t lose heart because the story seems to be degenerating into a sort of moral essay for intellectual readers.

There will be dialogue and stage business pretty soon.

When Jacob first began to compare the eyes of needles with the camels in the Zoo he decided upon organized charity.  He had his secretary send a check for one million to the Universal Benevolent Association of the Globe.  You may have looked down through a grating in front of a decayed warehouse for a nickel that you had dropped through.  But that is neither here nor there.  The Association acknowledged receipt of his favor of the 24th ult. with enclosure as stated.  Separated by a double line, but still mighty close to the matter under the caption of “Oddities of the Day’s News” in an evening paper, Jacob Spraggins read that one “Jasper Spargyous” had “donated $100,000 to the U. B. A. of G.”  A camel may have a stomach for each day in the week; but I dare not venture to accord him whiskers, for fear of the Great Displeasure at Washington; but if he have whiskers, surely not one of them will seem to have been inserted in the eye of a needle by that effort of that rich man to enter the K. of H. The right is reserved to reject any and all bids; signed, S. Peter, secretary and gatekeeper.

Next, Jacob selected the best endowed college he could scare up and presented it with a $200,000 laboratory.  The college did not maintain a scientific course, but it accepted the money and built an elaborate lavatory instead, which was no diversion of funds so far as Jacob ever discovered.

The faculty met and invited Jacob to come over and take his A B C degree.  Before sending the invitation they smiled, cut out the C, added the proper punctuation marks, and all was well.

While walking on the campus before being capped and gowned, Jacob saw two professors strolling nearby.  Their voices, long adapted to indoor acoustics, undesignedly reached his ear.

“There goes the latest chevalier d’industrie,” said one of them, “to buy a sleeping powder from us.  He gets his degree to-morrow.”

“In foro conscientiae,” said the other.  “Let’s ’eave ’arf a brick at ’im.”

Jacob ignored the Latin, but the brick pleasantry was not too hard for him.  There was no mandragora in the honorary draught of learning that he had bought.  That was before the passage of the Pure Food and Drugs Act.

Jacob wearied of philanthropy on a large scale.

“If I could see folks made happier,” he said to himself—­“If I could see ’em myself and hear ’em express their gratitude for what I done for ’em it would make me feel better.  This donatin’ funds to institutions and societies is about as satisfactory as dropping money into a broken slot machine.”

So Jacob followed his nose, which led him through unswept streets to the homes of the poorest.

“The very thing!” said Jacob.  “I will charter two river steamboats, pack them full of these unfortunate children and—­say ten thousand dolls and drums and a thousand freezers of ice cream, and give them a delightful outing up the Sound.  The sea breezes on that trip ought to blow the taint off some of this money that keeps coming in faster than I can work it off my mind.”