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ever gentle and devoted to his "Uncle Ben." He knew no
other name for him. The Sisters reported him remarkably
pious and religious for a boy. And now, in his twelfth
year, ''Uncle Ben," whose love for the boy never dimi
nished, looked about for a college in which to begin his
"It must be a Catholic college," he mused, "for I gave
my word to the priest." We can judge from this what
manner of honorable gentleman was Mr. Brown.
And so it came to pass that Arthur was sent to a Southern
college under the care of a great religious order, his belov
ed "Uncle Ben" defraying all the expenses of his wardrobe
The years passed by. Arthur was a grateful boy. His
letters, regularly sent, were the one great joy of his so
called Uncle Ben, who watched his progress with pride
and hope. Now and then Arthur would speak of his hap
piness in his faith, and in fervent words would express the
wish that his benefactor knew something of the one true
religion. But Uncle Ben would only shrug his shoulders
and say: "It was enough for me to be a good Presbyterian. "
Arthur's graduation day came and Uncle Ben was there.
He was proud of his boy. There was something noble and
pure, and altogether inscrutable in the appearance of the
young man to his guardian something that rather awed
Uncle Ben, he could hardly say why.
After the exercises, Arthur and his benefactor took a
walk under the College trees, and Uncle Ben praised him
for his recordt and then sprang the question:
"What do you want to make of yourself, my son?" Ar
thur paused, then placing his hand on the arm of his adop
ted father, he looked him straight in the face while his
eyes brimmed with unshed tears.
"Uncle Ben, a life-time would be too short to thank you
for all you have done for me; my heart swells when I think
of your noble, generous goodness. I can never repay you."
"Tut, tut," said Uncle Ben hastily, but deeply touched;
"dont say that; you have been a reward in yourself, Ar
thur. My great joy in life these fourteen years has been
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