est of the bishop of his diocese, as he was
a lay delegate accompanying Mr. Evans to the Anglican Synod. The
chief's work had reached other ears than those of the Government at
Ottawa, and the bishop was making much of the patriot, when in the
See House itself an old clergyman approached him with outstretched
hand and the words, "I would like you to call bygones just
bygones."

"I don't believe I have the honor of knowing you, sir," replied the
Indian, with a puzzled but gracious look.

"I am your wife's brother-in-law," said the old clergyman, "the man
who would not allow her to be married from my house--that is,
married to _you_."

The Indian bit his lip and instinctively stepped backward. Added
to his ancestral creed of never forgiving such injury, came a rush
of memory--the backward-surging picture of his homeless little
sweetheart and all that she had endured. Then came the memory of
his dead mother's teaching--teaching she had learned from her own
mother, and she in turn from her mother: "Always forget yourself
for _old_ people, always honor the _old_."

Instantly George Mansion arose--arose above the prejudices of his
blood, above the traditions of his race, arose to the highest
plane a man can reach--the memory of his mother's teaching.

"I would hardly be here as a lay delegate of my church were I not
willing to let bygones be bygones," he said, simply, and laid his
hand in that of the old clergyman, about whose eyes there was
moisture, perhaps because this opportunity for peacemaking had
come so tardily.

* * * * *

The little family of "Grand Mansions" were now growing to very "big
childhood," and the inevitable day came when Lydia's heart must bear
the wrench of having her firstborn say good-bye to take his college
course. She was not the type of mother who would keep the boy at
home because of the heartache the good-byes must bring, but the
parting was certainly a hard one, and she watched his going with a
sense of loss that was almost greater than her pride in him. He had
given evidence of the most remarkable musical talent. He played
classical airs even before he knew a note, and both his parents
were in determined unison about this talent being cultivated. The
following year the oldest daughter also entered college, having
had a governess at home for a year, as some preparation. But these
changes brought no difference into the home, save that George
Mansion's arm