of my deep obligations to him, I give my watch.

"'_Item._ To my fellow-sufferer, Abram Atwater, or to his widow, in
case of his decease, I bequeath the sum of one hundred dollars.

"'_Item._ To my fellow-sufferer and dearly beloved pupil, Frank
Manly, I give, in token of affection, a miniature which will be
found after my death.

"'_Item._ To the same Frank Manly I also give and bequeath the
residue of all my worldly possessions, to wit:--'"

Then followed an enumeration of certain stocks and deposits, amounting to
the sum of three thousand dollars.

The will was duly witnessed, and Mr. Egglestone was the appointed
executor.

Frank was silent; he was crying, with his hands over his face.

"So you see, my young friend," said Mr. Egglestone, "you have, for your
own comfort, and for the benefit of your good parents, a snug little
fortune, which you will come into possession of in due time. As for the
miniature, I may as well hand it to you now. I found it after the old
man's death. He always wore it on his heart."

He took it from its little soiled buckskin sheath, and gave it to Mrs.
Manly. She turned pale as she looked at it. Frank was eager to see it,
and, almost reluctantly, she placed it in his hands. It might almost have
passed for a portrait of himself, only it was that of a girl; and he knew
at once that it was his mother, as she had looked at his age.

While he was gazing at the singular memento of the old man's romantic
and undying attachment, Mrs. Manly looked away, with the air of one
resolutely turning her mind from one painful subject to another.

"I wish to ask you, Mr. Egglestone, what disposition has been made
of--I had another son, you know."

He understood her.

"I trust," said he, "that what Captain Edney and myself thought proper to
do will meet your approval. After the battle, the wife of Captain Manly
sent a request to have his body forwarded to her by a flag of truce. We
consulted Frank, who told us to do as we pleased about it. Accordingly,
we obtained permission to grant her request, and the body of her husband
was sent to her."

There was for a moment a look, as of one who felt bitter wrong, on Mrs.
Manly's face; but it passed.

"You did well, Mr. Egglestone. To her who had got the soul belonged the
body also. May peace go with it to her desolated home!"

"Mother!" whispered Frank, gazing still at the miniature, "tell me! am I
right? do I know now w