right and what the wrong of things, great or small.'
"I began to cry. My mother pressed my hand and said, firmly, 'No; listen carefully to father, Philip! You will be glad of doing so some day.' So I bit my lips and swallowed my sobs as well as I could, and kept my eyes on his in spite of the tears.
"'It's hard to have to ask such a young lad as you to go through a scene like this, Phil (he often called me Phil, and that's the reason I never want any body to do it nowadays), and to stuff your head with such unhappy thoughts as may come. But it's best. You're my boy, and my name, good or bad, is yours. I was discharged and traduced and convicted almost altogether on the evidence of two men. One was Laverack, the ringleader of the thieves; the other, the watchman of the bank, Samuel Sixmith. Will you remember that—Laverack and Samuel Sixmith?'
"I nodded my head. Father went on: 'Some day you can read all the falsehoods that Laverack and Sixmith swore to. Never mind them now. Only do not forget that I give to you, my son, once more, my dying word of honor
