Quaker mother, bless her! kept it
whole and clean.

There were some business matters to be attended to with our friend Dr.
Samuel Bond, who had been charged to handle our estate matters during my
absence. He himself, too old and too busy to serve in either army, had
remained at home, where certainly he had enough to do before the end of
the war, as first one army and then the other swept across Wallingford.

I found Doctor Bond in his little brick office at the top of the hill
overlooking the village. It was he who first showed me the Richmond
papers with lists of the Confederate dead. Colonel Sheraton's name was
among the first I saw. He had been with Cumming's forces, closely
opposed to my own position at Bull Run. He himself was instantly killed,
and his son Harry, practically at his side, seriously, possibly fatally
wounded, was now in hospital at Richmond. Even by this time we were
learning the dullness to surprise and shock which war always brings. We
had not time to grieve.

I showed Doctor Bond the last writing of Gordon Orme, and put before him
the Bank of England notes which I had found on Orme's person, and which,
by the terms of his testament, I thought might perhaps belong to me.

"Could I use any of this money with clean conscience?" I asked. "Could
it honorably be employed in the discharging of the debt Orme left on my
family?"

"A part of that debt you have already caused him to discharge," the old
doctor answered, slowly. "You would be doing a wrong if you did not
oblige him to discharge the rest."

I counted out and laid on the desk before him the amount of the funds
which my father's memoranda showed had been taken from him by Orme that
fatal night more than a year ago. The balance of the notes I tossed into
the little grate, and with no more ado we burned them there.

We concluded our conference in regard to my business matters. I learned
that the coal lands had been redeemed from foreclosure, Colonel
Meriwether having advanced the necessary funds; and as this now left our
debt running to him, I instructed Doctor Bond to take steps to cancel it
immediately, and to have the property partitioned as Colonel Meriwether
should determine.

"And now, Jack," said my wire-haired old friend to me at last, "when do
you ride to Albemarle? There is something in this slip of paper"--he
pointed to Orme's last will and confession--"which a certain person
ought to see."

"My duties do not permit me to go