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tween the voting men. Father Joseph w;v< to e;>'i on } r :
ai-d, and in his presence the story of the money
inul t f Fred's
f lly \v;is to l>o truly told. And exactly as it, had been planned,
so it was done.
Peter began his story from tho moment -when Mr. Brcward
ga\c him from tho wi >dow of the railway-carriage, the memorandum
about the ninety-seven pounds. Then ho turned to
Fr- d, and said :
"Tell your own story for yourself."
Fred looked pale and miserable. He trembled in every
limb.
"Yes ;
tell it yourself," said Mr. Breward, in a kind encouraging
tone.
" It will be nil the better for you* Yoa will have
a manly satisfaction in getting ib off your mind. No one here
is going to do anything but make a thanksgiving for the stop
that has been put to tha', course of imprudence into which you
"
had been tempted. Let me hear it all from yourself.
But Fred could not, or would not, do as his
him to do.
friends wished
" It is hard, it is so difficult, to accuse oueself. It is next
to impossible to oay by what stsps one went, when every step
was ruinous. '
" Well, so far that is good ; you have made an honest ad-
mission, " said Mr. Breward.
He still s; oke in an encouraging sort of way, and not at all
like the angry guardian of an unworthy youth. He was treat-
ing Fred like a man ; and Father Joseph was there with approval
in his heart ; nnd Peter sat nervous and unhappy, because
his frie d. for whom lie suffered, could not find courage
to throw ( ff the chains of self-love, and speak the plain words
of one who desired truth, and only the truth, even though the
truth must bo against himself. But Frederick Drake had no
Biu'h moral strength as his friends desired t > Fee.
"
I must know every, hing. I must be told all the particulars,"
said Mr. Breward, " or I can't act. I have got to set-
was to help and to rescue ; but it was not so with Fred. He
could not overcome his self-love any further than to say to his
uncle:
" Peter knows it all, sir. He has got it all out of me. He
has seen everything.
He has made out the accounts, and got
all writ en down. I know I have been a fool. He will tell it
all. He knows how to d > it, and I don't."
Then, w.thout any more words, Peter began to speak. He
turned to the table, and placed some papers before him, to
which he referred occasionally ; and he told the whole story,
from the first time when Fred took to gambl.ng to the last,
when he consented to a theft.
He spoke steadily, keeping all emotion out of his voice, and
all blame or judgment of any sort out of his manner ; just as if
he had been a mere machine used by Fred, and never as it' he
unation.
" We can't do our own work here, Fred. You
must IK if. have a word of any kind with this man Gard ner.
H> hh 11 1) t dealt wi'hsm well n jus ice c.m allow, and Jin
shall have more than he ought to have. Ho can't be a very
old offend T in this lin,-, we know. All fhall be done by B'jme
one on whom we can rely, and you may
be no worse in the
end for this disagreeable experience. Now let us shake
hands." He held his nephew by both hands fora moment
and looked him in the face. "No man ever had safer friends
than you have had ; and your worst nay, your only enemy
is yourself. "
Fred looked relieved, and smiled.
" Yo i give me a bad character, sir," he said; " but not
worse than I deserve."
But after this Mr. Breward only said,
" Bemember what I have commanded about Gardener. You
and you, Peter,
must not exchange another woid with him ;
if you should see him and he offers to t..lk to you, say that
you are pledged not t,> say a woid on this subject. Not one
word. You know nothing. lam not going to tell you what
wi 1 have to be done. You are i i ignorance, and you are
pledged not to hold any conversation on the matter."
Both the young men agreed to this. And BO ended Mr.
Breward's welcome horn e.
CHAPTEE Vin.
When Peter Sands roso up from his night's sleep, the day
after the interview recorded in t..e last chapter, he felt as any
one might be supposed to feel who had been with ft friend
while he had undergone a painful operation, and suffered by
sympathy with him.
He had really suffered while giving, in Fred's presence, the
tle all your affairs for you. I want to make for you the best
bargain I can consistently withhon .r, so I must learn every
circumstance. Tell me yourself, Fred. There need be 110 concealment
between you and me."
But Fred Drake was the slave of self-love, and he could not
tell his own story for himself and against himself. What
seemed so easy to Peter was too preat a thing fur Fred to do.
Peter, who so often, as a good Catholic, in the Sacrament of
Penance, had laid bare his heart with Christian simplicity in a
good c 'nfession, would have had no difficulty in telling everyth
ng he ha I done, and why and how he had so full account,
done, to a man
like Mr. Breward, who had a right to know, a;. d whose wish
as far as he knew, of all his follies and misdoings.
But he had suff red more afterwards. Under the excrement
of the moment he had found wonjs to express exactly all he
had to tell, but aiter the ( xc lenient had passed he wondered
that he had been able to do it. It was like making u man's
confession for him. He ruse early, not much rested by his
sleep, and feeling weary and feverisk. He went out earlier
than usual, and took his way straight to the Catholic church.
It was before the hour for the usual daily Mass. He had
known that it was too early he had ; gone thtre for
a quiet holy hour and to pray. Presently he saw a
strange priest come in and kneel down. He had en-
tered the church 1 y the door of the sacristy. After a short
time this priest returned to the sacristy, and Peter was again
alone in the church.
He was saying the rosary, and using the rosary that had been
given him by Colonel Penwarne on the hill, on the morning of
the Culon< 1 s death. Before using these beads, Peter had
always made the custom of saying the prayers for ..he dead, and
had said t'aese prayers on that morning.
Just as he had finished his rosary the strange priest cami
back and looked towards him. Peter got up and went to the
sacristy.
" Are you Peter Sands ?" agked the you
priest. "If you are,
will serve my Ma'S."
Peter immediately prepared the altar, got the priest his
vestments, an I served Mass. There was not, through tho
were speaking on his own account, did Peter now tell the whole
tale from first to last, and lay before Mr. Breward the calculations
which showed the exact state of Fred Drake's affairs.
When he had finished, Mr. Breward said, "Thank you."
Two very common words, certainly; but thfre was something
in his voice and manner which said that Peter had done
him a great service, and deserved his gratitude.
Fred jumped up fro 11 his seat, and gave a loud sigh, like a
groan, clasping his hands above his head.
"
Very well. Wo must pi ce this in the right hands, and get,
it all settled forthwith. " whole Mas*, any
Mr. Breward said this in a tone, oi tmj.it
other person in church.
When Mass was over, Peter returned to his place, made a
thanksgiving and left the church.
He walked towards the docks; walked farther than he usually
walked when he went out before breakfast, and so returned in
a hurry and rather overheated to Miss Lance's house. As he
was going quickly through the streets ho met James Gardener,
who stopped, and, in an angry authoritative voice, said he
wanted to speak to him.
"
Stop," sa d Jam s; "stop, when I tell you."
But Peter passed quickly, saying, "Not now, not now." And
v;Hh a sense of relief ho found himself inside the house-door,