Farewell, sweet Nell, North-East corner; eight inches down! Farewell, N-e-l-l!
Allow me to add that our friend, the late Chimney, did not die with a lie in his mouth. There was a ring. Nell found it.
Imagine the delight of the Dean family! The newspapers made it appear that the Honorable Van Duster was very magnanimous, for he gave Dick the price of the ring—seven hundred dollars. Why not, indeed? Hadn’t Mr. Van Duster received payment in full? But he also gave back the boy’s good name, which was worth a thousand diamond rings.
“But he can’t make up to my Dick for the two dreadful years he has borne. That suffering can never be made up,” said old Mr. Dean, shaking the ashes out of his pipe.
I can’t agree with him. Hasn’t the suffering been made up to Dick in patience and thoughtfulness and charity for others? If you knew him you would think so, I know. It was a hard experience; but Dick is wondrously improved. He is the staff of the family now, and his loving mother says:—
“The sorrows of his youthful days
Have made him wise for coming years.”