By the way, mother, I must tell yon one strange thing.

He asked me if I was John Barclay's son." "What!" exclaimed Mrs.Barclay, in a tone of great surprise.

"Did he know your name was Barclay ?" "Not till I told him.

Then it was he asked if I was the son of John Barclay." "Did he say he knew your father ?" "I asked him, but he answered evasively." "He might have seen some resemblance--that is, if he had ever met your father.

Ah! it was a sad day for us all when your poor father died.
We should have been in a very different position," the widow sighed.
"Yes, mother," said Ben; "but when I get older I will try to supply my father's place, and relieve you from care and trouble." "You are doing that in a measure now, my dear boy," said Mrs.Barclay affectionately.