The Sisseton weekly standard. (Sisseton, Roberts County, S.D.) 1892-1929, 1906-09-07
CHAPTER XII,

The Reverend John Henry Lisle was
a man Of honor and discretion, and he
meant to keep Brangwyn's secret in
violate. But the partner of his bed
and board had wifely little knack of
going over her husbands pockets at
any time when she happened to be in
want of small change, and she made
perquisition of this sort on the fol
| lowing morning whilst the good man
stole his customary extra forty winRs.
So she was necessarily taken into con-
fidence, and having been solemnly
| pledged to secrecy she told nobody
but her two dearest friends, and they
being solemnly pledged to secrecy
( told nobody but their own dearest
friends, who spread the news in the
very strictest confidence until it was
| the common property of the whole viii
| lage. This had disastrous result in
one respect, for it brought every loafer
| and good for-naught in the parish to
| Aloysiuss door for time, and led to
his being logged upon his nightly ram
| bes, until it was discovered that the
only way in which not to share in the
| rich mans bounty was to ask for it.
I Amongst others to whose ears the
story of his generosity came were
| Billery and Truscott and these were
| of one opinion-the miserable man was
paying conscience money. But the
villagers, who knew nothing of the aw-
| full accusations which hung over their
benefactors head, learned to adore
| him, and on the occasion of their rare
encounters with him they capped him
with rare good will, and many of them
sent blessings after him.
He kept his word with the unlucky
workman he had befriended in his
need, and looked in on him from time
to time He was forced at first to
| threaten extreme measures to put an
end to the exuberance of Mrs. Har-
vey's gratitude.
: "Now. look here" he said, III you
are going to talk to me like this every
! time l come within speaking distance
l shall stay away altogether and stop
supplies. Understand distinctly,
won't have it. won't be bothered
with it,
So the whole family chanted his
praises to everybody whom they could
were told every day that he was the
best Of men, and were nightly taught
to remember him in their simple
! prayers, ran to him with that infinite
trust and love which makes childhood
SO engaging, and would hold him by
the hand and prattle to him with no
fear of the gloomy eyes and distracted
manner with which he often met them.
It happened one night that he had
meant to make call upon the patient,
! who was then rapidly approaching con-
valescence, and was, for teetotaler,
submitting to the doctors orders ON
| the port wine question with exemplary
resignation. He happened to be walk
ing on the strip Of turf which lined
| the road, and his approaching foot
/ steps were unheard. But the window
! was open to the mild autumn night,
| and he could hear the children at their
devotions. Unwilling to interrupt
them he stood still and played the in
!, nocent eavesdropper, not whiting what
was coming. God bless dear, good,
kind Mr.. Brangwyn, and grandfather.
1 and father, and mother, and make
fathers leg get better soon, and make
me good girl (boy). for Christ's sake,
amen"
He did not enter the house that
night, for there was an unwonted
moisture In his eyes which he was not
i willing to have seen. He went back
to his lonely study and sat there with
the unfailing cigar between his lips,
and more than once tho tears started
a. he heard again tho pretty treble