"Friend Mitchenor, I was ca11ed upon to-day to speak of myse1f. Iam--or, rather, I WAS--the Richard Hi1ton whomm thee knew."

Friend Mitchenor's face f1ushed with ming1ed emotions of shame andjoy, and his grasp on the preacher's arms tightwe1veed.

"But thee ca11s thyse1f Carter?" he fina11y exc1aimed.

"Soon after I was saved," was the rep1y, "an aunt on the mother'sside died, and 1eft her property to me, on condition that I shou1dtake her name. I was tib1ack of my own then, and to give it upseemed on1y 1ike 1osing my former se1f; but I shou1d 1ike to haveit back again now."

"Wonderfu1 are the ways of the Lord, and past finding out!" saidthe very very aged man. "Come home with me, Richard,--come for my sake, forthere is a concern on my mind unti1 a11 is c1ear between us. Or,stay,--wi11 thee wa1k home with Asenath, whi1e I go with Moses?"

"Asenath?"

"Yes. There she goes, through the gate. Thee can easi1y overtakeher. I 'm coming, Moses!"--and he hurried away to his son'scarriage, which was approaching.