AN Itinerant Preacher who had wrought hard in the moral vineyard
for several hours whispered to a Holy Deacon of the local church:

  "Brother, these people know you, and your active support will bear
fruit abundantly.  Please pass the plate for me, and you shall have
one fourth."

  The Holy Deacon did so, and putting the money into his pocket
waited till the congregation was dismissed and said goodnight.

  "But the money, brother, the money that you collected!" said the
Itinerant Preacher.

  "Nothing is coming to you," was the reply; "the Adversary has
hardened their hearts, and one fourth is all they gave."