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āI shall tell you my own story for the benefit of those who have not heard it. When I was a lad of sixteen I started to work out my own education. Some of you will remember that old Mr. Blair of Avonlea offered me a place in his store for the summer, at wages which would go far towards paying my expenses at the country academy the next winter. I went to work, eager and hopeful. All summer I tried to do my faithful best for my employer. In September the blow fell. A sum of money was missing from Mr. Blairās till. I was suspected and discharged in disgrace. All my neighbors believed me guilty; even some of my own family looked upon me with suspicionānor could I blame them, for the circumstantial evidence was strongly against me.ā
Ralph and James looked ashamed; Edith and Margaret, who had not been born at the time referred to, lifted their faces innocently. Robert did not move or glance up. He hardly seemed to be listening.
āI was crushed in an agony of shame and despair,ā continued Malcolm. āI believed my career was ruined. I was bent on casting all my ambitions behind me, and going west to some place where nobody knew me or my disgrace. But there was one person who believed in my innocence, who said to me, āYou shall not give upāyou shall not behave as if you were guilty. You are innocent, and in time your innocence will be proved. Meanwhile show yourself a man. You have nearly enough to pay your way next winter at the Academy. I have a little I can give to help you out. Donāt give inānever give in when you have done no wrong.ā
āI listened and took his advice. I went to the Academy. My story was there as soon as I was, and I found myself sneered at and shunned. Many a time I would have given up in despair, had it not been for the encouragement of my counselor. He furnished the backbone for me. I was determined that his belief in me should be justified. I studied hard and came out at the head of my class. Then there seemed to be no chance of my earning any more money that summer. But a farmer at Newbridge, who cared nothing about the character of his help, if he could get the work out of them, offered to hire me. The prospect was distasteful but, urged by the man who believed in me, I took the place and endured the hardships. Another winter of lonely work passed at the Academy. I won the Farrell Scholarship the last year it was offered, and that meant an Arts course for me. I went to Redmond College. My story was not openly known there, but something of it got abroad, enough to taint my life there also with its suspicion. But the year I graduated, Mr. Blairās nephew, who, as you know, was the real culprit, confessed his guilt, and I was cleared before the world. Since then my career has been what is called a brilliant one. ButāāMalcolm turned and laid his hand on Robertās thin shoulderāāall of my success I owe to my brother Robert. It is his successānot mineāand here to-day, since we have agreed to say what is too often left to be said over a coffin lid, I thank him for all he did for me, and tell him that there is nothing I am more proud of and thankful for than such a brother.ā
Robert had looked up at last, amazed, bewildered, incredulous. His face crimsoned as Malcolm sat down. But now Ralph was getting up.
āI am no orator as Malcolm is,ā he quoted gayly, ābut Iāve got a story to tell, too, which only one of you knows. Forty years ago, when I started in life as a business man, money wasnāt so plentiful with me as it may be to-day. And I needed it badly. A chance came my way to make a pile of it. It wasnāt a clean chance. It was a dirty chance. It looked square on the surface; but, underneath, it meant trickery and roguery. I hadnāt enough perception to see that, thoughāI was fool enough to think it was all right. I told Robert what I meant to do. And Robert saw clear through the outward sham to the real, hideous thing underneath. He showed me what it meant and he gave me a preachment about a few Monroe Traditions of truth and honor. I saw what I had been about to do as he saw itāas all good men and true must see it. And I vowed then and there that Iād never go into anything that I wasnāt sure was fair and square and clean through and through. Iāve kept that vow. I am a rich man, and not a dollar of my money is ātaintedā money. But I didnāt make it. Robert really made every cent of my money. If it hadnāt been for him Iād have been a poor man to-day, or behind prison bars, as are the other men who went into that deal when I backed out. Iāve got a son here. I hope heāll be as clever as his Uncle Malcolm; but I hope, still more earnestly, that heāll be as good and honorable a man as his Uncle Robert.ā
By this time Robertās head was bent again, and his face buried in his hands.
āMy turn next,ā said James. āI havenāt much to sayāonly this. After mother died I took typhoid fever. Here I was with no one to wait on me. Robert came and nursed me. He was the most faithful, tender, gentle nurse ever a man had. The doctor said Robert saved my life. I donāt suppose any of the rest of us here can say we have saved a life.ā
Edith wiped away her tears and sprang up impulsively.
āYears ago,ā she said, āthere was a poor, ambitious girl who had a voice. She wanted a musical education and her only apparent chance of obtaining it was to get a teacherās certificate and earn money enough to have her voice trained. She studied hard, but her brains, in mathematics at least, werenāt as good as her voice, and the time was short. She failed. She was lost in disappointment and despair, for that was the last year in which it was possible to obtain a teacherās certificate without attending Queenās Academy, and she could not afford that. Then her oldest brother came to her and told her he could spare enough money to send her to the conservatory of music in Halifax for a year. He made her take it. She never knew till long afterwards that he had sold the beautiful horse which he loved like a human creature, to get the money. She went to the Halifax conservatory. She won a musical scholarship. She has had a happy life and a successful career. And she owes it all to her brother Robertāā
But Edith could go no further. Her voice failed her and she sat down in tears. Margaret did not try to stand up.
āI was only five when my mother died,ā she sobbed. āRobert was both father and mother to me. Never had child or girl so wise and loving a guardian as he was to me. I have never forgotten the lessons he taught me. Whatever there is of good in my life or character I owe to him. I was often headstrong and willful, but he never lost patience with me. I owe everything to Robert.ā
Suddenly the little teacher rose with wet eyes and crimson cheeks.
āI have something to say, too,ā she said resolutely. āYou have spoken for yourselves. I speak for the people of White Sands. There is a man in this settlement whom everybody loves. I shall tell you some of the things he has done.ā
āLast fall, in an October storm, the harbor lighthouse flew a flag of distress. Only one man was brave enough to face the danger of sailing to the lighthouse to find out what the trouble was. That was Robert Monroe. He found the keeper alone with a broken leg; and he sailed back and madeāyes, MADE the unwilling and terrified doctor go with him to the lighthouse. I saw him when he told the doctor he must go; and I tell you that no man living could have set his will against Robert Monroeās at that moment.
āFour years ago old Sarah Cooper was to be taken to the poorhouse. She was broken-hearted. One man took the poor, bed-ridden, fretful old creature into his home, paid for medical attendance, and waited on her himself, when his housekeeper couldnāt endure her tantrums and temper. Sarah Cooper died two years afterwards, and her latest breath was a benediction on Robert Monroeāthe best man God ever made.
āEight years ago Jack Blewitt wanted a place. Nobody would hire him, because his father was in the penitentiary, and some people thought Jack ought to be there, too. Robert Monroe hired himāand helped him, and kept him straight, and got him started rightāand Jack Blewitt is a hard-working, respected young man to-day, with every prospect of a useful and honorable life. There is hardly a man, woman, or child in White Sands who doesnāt owe something to Robert Monroe!ā
As Kathleen Bell sat down, Malcolm sprang up and held out his hands.
āEvery one of us stand up and sing Auld Lang Syne,ā he cried.
Everybody stood up and joined hands, but one did not sing. Robert Monroe stood erect, with a great radiance on his face and in his eyes. His reproach had been taken away; he was crowned among his kindred with the beauty and blessing of sacred yesterdays.
When the singing ceased Malcolmās stern-faced son reached over and shook Robertās hands.
āUncle Rob,ā he said heartily, āI hope that when Iām sixty Iāll be as successful a man as you.ā
āI guess,ā said Aunt Isabel, aside to the little school teacher, as she wiped the tears from her keen old eyes, āthat thereās a kind of failure thatās the best success.ā
VII. THE RETURN OF HESTER
Just at dusk, that evening, I had gone upstairs and put on my muslin gown. I had been busy all day attending to the strawberry preservingāfor Mary Sloane could not be trusted with thatāand I was a little tired, and thought it was hardly worth while to change my dress, especially since there was nobody to see or care, since Hester was gone. Mary Sloane did not count.
But I did it because Hester would have cared if she had been here. She always liked to see me neat and dainty. So, although I was tired and sick at heart, I put on my pale blue muslin and dressed my hair.
At first I did my hair up in a way I had always liked; but had seldom worn, because Hester had disapproved of it. It became me; but I suddenly felt as if it were disloyal to her, so I
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