that she taught us; her life was a living epistle.  One morning as the winter was advancing I heard her say she hoped she would be able to get a nice woolen shawl, as hers was getting worse for wear.  Shortly after I went out into the street and found a roll of money lying at my feet.  Oh I remember it as well as if it had just occurred.  How my heart bounded with joy.  ‘Here,’ I said to myself, ’is money enough to buy mother a shawl and bonnet.  Oh I am so glad,’ and hurrying home I laid it in her lap and said with boyish glee, ’Hurrah for your new shawl; look what I found in the street.’”

“What is it my son?” she said.

“Why here is money enough to buy you a new shawl and bonnet too.”  It seems as if I see her now, as she looked, when she laid it aside, and said——­

“But James, it is not ours?”

“Not ours, mother, why I found it in the street!”

“Still it is not ours.”

“Why mother ain`t you going to keep it?”

“No my son, I shall go down to the Clarion office and advertise it.”

“But mother why not wait till it is advertised?”

“And what then?”

“If there is no owner for it, then we can keep it.”

“James” she said calmly and sadly, “I am very sorry to see you so ready to use what is not your own.  I should not feel that I was dealing justly, if I kept this money without endeavoring to find the owner.”

“I confess that I was rather chopfallen at her decision, but in a few days after advertising we found the rightful owner.  She was a very poor woman who had saved by dint of hard labor the sum of twenty dollars, and was on her way to pay the doctor who had attended her during a spell of rheumatic fever, when she lost the money and had not one dollar left to pay for advertising and being disheartened, she had given up all hope of finding it, when she happened to see it advertised in the paper.  She was very grateful to my mother for restoring the money and offered her some compensation, but she refused to take it, saying she had only done her duty, and would have been ashamed of herself had she not done so.  Her conduct on this occasion made an impression on my mind that has never been erased.  When I grew older she explained to me about my father’s affairs, and uncancelled debts, and I resolved that I would liquidate every just claim against him, and take from his memory even the shadow of a reproach.  To this end I have labored late and early; to-day I have paid the last claim against him, and I am a free man.”

“But how came you to find me and pay me to-day?” “I was purchasing in Jones & Brother’s store, when you came in to borrow money, and I heard Jones tell his younger brother that he was so sorry that he could not help you, and feared that you would be ruined.”

“Who is he?” said I, “for out West I had lost track of you.”

“He is Paul Clifford, a friend of your father’s.  Can you help him?  He is perfectly reliable.  We would trust him with ten thousand dollars if we had it.  Can you do anything for him? we will go his security, he is a fine fellow and we hate to see him go under.”