ll get you some clothes, and, Will, perhaps you will see that he
gets off these."

"And bring me one of my suits, too, please. And if Charlie will bring me a
basin and some water, we will wash here. I will look after my man here.
Bring my slippers, please."

"Where's--hic--your boots?"

"O, they concluded to stay in the dock."

"I'll--get--you another pair--hic."

"I may find them at low-water and by daylight."

Tim Tyler stayed at Aunt Stanshy's that night The next morning he was in
his right mind, and, thanking Aunt Stanshy, said he must go. Then he
lingered, twirling in his hands the old felt hat that was his daily
companion, though a much abused one.

"He wants to say something," thought Charlie.

"Constantia, years ago you and I had a falling out. I think I was to blame
in tempting that boy's father, and I have often thought so, but have been
too proud to say it all these years. I did not like what you said; but no
matter, I was to blame for what I did, and I did not answer you back in
gentleman-fashion. I want to say I am sorry, and ask you to overlook it
and shake hands."

He held out his hand to Aunt Stanshy.

"He has spoken like a man and what will she do?" thought Will.

Aunt Stanshy was ready to show that she was a woman. She held out her
hand, also, and said, "I said more than I needed to, and I am sorry for
that. Let it go, please."

"Well," he exclaimed, "it was mean in me to tempt a man, though I did not
see then, as I do now, how low drink may bring a man. God knows I am low
enough."

The tears were now making their way down old Tim Tyler's face. Charlie saw
that Aunt Stanshy turned away from those present and looked in another
direction, but the quick-eyed boy thought he noticed a redness to Aunt
Stanshy's eyes when she faced the company again.

Will Somers had come from the store in season to hear Tim's words. A
fisherman soon called who had hurt his hand with a fish-hook and wished to
have a poultice applied by the "young doctor," as people sometimes called
Will. This second party had closely followed Will and had heard what was
last said. It was an interesting scene. There was the drunkard, confessing
how low he had fallen, and there was the woman who once had loved and
respected him. There was Charlie, the son of the man whom the drunkard
tried to lead astray. There was Will, and the fisherman made an additional
spectator.

Will stepped up to Tim.

"Mr. Tyler, excuse, me, but wh