Rev. Cyrua Portman, secure of his peace in the love of his congregation, thinking nis village home ever secure from danger of rob bery or fear of theft, was carelesa of the fact that it waa known he carried about him largs sums of money. He drew his income quar terly from a Boston bank, and was apt to carry large rolls of bank notes in his pocket book, ready for his own expenses and chari ties. He wore diamond stdus and finger ring, and a heavy gold watch and chain. All these facts becoming known to Bob Carter, Joe's old tormentor, led to the fact that proved the idiot's deepest devotion to Suay. Oae of the tramps Becking employ ment at Brent Hill, proving a genial com panion for Bob Carter in hi 3 drinking frolics and idle life, became his guest, and the two, under the influence of liquor, resolved to rob the parson.
"He's bound to have a pocket full of money," Bob aaid, " and we're half starved 1 We'll make it more even like."

So it befell that one August night, when there waa no moon, Joe, faithfully trudging upon hia self-appointed task of seeing Suay's lover safe in his own home, saw two men spring upon him a3 he passed a high hedge.
