I find that Mr.Bohlmann goes to the same church I attend!" His mother was not surprised.

She had always known her Peter was a hero, and needed no "York papers" to teach her the fact.

Still she read every line of the case, and of the subsequent crusade.

She read Peter's speech again and again, stopping to sob at intervals, and hugging the clipping to her bosom from time to time, as the best equivalent for Peter, while sobbing: "My boy, my darling boy." Every one in the mill-town knew of it, and the clippings were passed round among Peter's friends, beginning with the clergyman and ending with his school-boy companions.

They all wondered why Peter had spoken so briefly.