I should explain that Harry being a naturally left-handed boy, who has laboriously taught himself the use of his right hand, it is a family joke that he is like the inhabitants of Nineveh, who could not tell their right hand from their left.  But Harry himself has always maintained that he can tell as well as the next man.

Out drifted the flock of choir-boys singing, “For thee, oh dear, dear country,” and presently, following them, out drifted the congregation; among the crowd the girl that Harry loved, not so quickly that he had not time for a look and a smile (just tinged with rose); and because she was so sweet, so good, so altogether adorable, and because she had not only smiled but blushed, and, unobserved, he had touched the fur of her jacket, the young man walked on air.

He did not remember the Saint Bernards until after the early Sunday dinner, and during the after-dinner cigar.  He was sitting in the library, before some blazing logs, at peace with all the world.  To him, thus, came his mother and announced that the dean and “that man who preached this morning, you know,” were waiting in the other room.

“They seem excited,” said she, “and talk about your munificence.  What have you been doing?”

“Appear to make a great deal of fuss over ten dollars,” said Harry, lightly, as he sauntered out of the door.

The dean greeted him with something almost like confusion in his cordiality; he introduced his companion as the Rev. Mr. Gilling.

“Mr. Gilling could not feel easy until he had ——­”

“Made sure about there being no mistake,” interrupted Mr. Gilling; “I—­
the sum was so great ------”

A ghastly suspicion shot like a fever-flush over Harry’s mind.  Could it be possible?  There were the two other bills; could he have given one of them?  Given that howling dervish a hundred dollars?  The thought was too awful!

“It was really not enough for you to trouble yourself,” he said; “I dare say you are thanking the wrong man.”  He felt he must say something.

To his surprise the dean colored, while the other clergyman answered, in all simplicity: 

“No, sir, no, sir.  I know very well.  The only other bill, except dollars, on the plate, the dean here gave, and the warden remembers that you put in two notes—­I”—­he grew quite pale—­“I can’t help thinking you maybe intended to put in only one!  “His voice broke, he tried to control it.  “The sum is so very large!” quavered he.

“I have given him both bills, two hundred dollars!” thought Harry.  He sat down.  He was accustomed to read men’s faces, and plainly as ever he had read, he could read the signs of distress and conflict on the prosaic, dull features before him.

“I intended to put in two bills,” said he.  Gilling gave a little gasp—­so little, only a quick ear could have caught it; but Harry’s ear is quick.  He twisted one leg around the other, a further sign of deliverance of mind.