For he will never send." "Why won't he ?" "Because to send--and find out the truth--would rob him of the one precious thing left him, the uncertainty, the dim hope that maybe, after all, his boy escaped, and he will see him again some day." "Why Polly, he'll know by the papers that he was burnt up." "He won't let himself believe the papers; he'll argue against anything and everything that proves his son is dead; and he will keep that up and live on it, and on nothing else till he dies.

But if the remains should actually come, and be put before that poor old dim-hoping soul--" "Oh, my God, they never shall! Polly, you've saved me from a crime, and I'll bless you for it always.

Now we know what to do.

We'll place them reverently away, and he shall never know.".