"Old Bottom had many a glass of ale at my house, and never troubled anybody, except to dig their graves." "He was very poor," rejoined Critchel, in a subdued voice, "and died leaving my bill unpaid.

But he was an honest man, and paid when he had it." "The son was a queer young man," resumed the Dominie.

"Nobody seemed to care anything about him.

And when he left the settlement it was thought he had got into the city and became a worthless.

But here he is, made a man of himself and has not forgot his old friends." This was good news to Angeline and Hanz.