The Mystery of Monastery Farm

utter, eggs, milk, cheese, etc., as well as fruits in season, came to the farm. Hitherto to supply these demands devolved upon Sparrow himself, thus occupying much of his time. But during the s

er of this part of the farm's obligations. Once a month, Mr. Mills and Carl met to compare and adjust accounts, thus greatly assisting Mr. Mills in bringing an accurate report to the board of trustees. Mr. Quintin highly appreciated this accuracy, and spoke of it at every opportunity. Everything in the warehouse as well as upon the farm was in per

sterday he had rushed away to visit his mother, who was ill, expecting to be able to return in time, and Professor Cummings was greatly disturbed because unsuccessful in finding someone to take his place. The president and faculty were approaching. They should now be singing the welcoming "Gloria." Instead, the great organ was silent. But listen! Someone had touched the keys. The audience arose simultaneously and sounded forth the grand old chorus, "Glory to God in the Highest." Few in the audi

tes of the organ accompanying them. Word had been received that Keyes himself was ill, and, strange as it may seem,

t night?" asked the bisho

g Englishman from the farm, a relativ

to thank him last night but could not find him. That young man is a mus

taking a lesson in penmanship. The copy was, "Honesty is the best policy." The writing lesson was being accompanied

means not keeping back anything. Honesty means telling

at the door which was im

w here?" asked

"He has gone to Centervill

nus an organist at our chapel services. Mr. Keyes, our organist, we have just learned,

and, besides, I have had no practice, with the exception of last evening, for a long time, which is, o

hat evening Carl conducted all t

to touch the faculty as each member of it took his turn in conducting the services. Bishop Albertson preached as never before. He seemed to almost ignore his notes as he talked to the people, and the people in turn manifested a devoutness never witnessed before by a Monastery congregation. Dr. Ezra Day had eve

porated as the "Board of Trustees of Monastery Church and College," according to law. This was a new regime for Bishop Albertson, who, years before, had been rector of a small parish in Virginia. Even at that time he was a rigid churchman and a profound scholar, and because of these and other qualifications he had unexpectedly been elevated to the episcopal office. Soon after this well-merited promotion he had been earnestly requested to take this young seminary under his care and superintendence, and had cheerfully accepted this added responsibility. From that time he had made Monastery his home and the headquarters of his diocese. It continued to be "a school of the prophets" during ten years, when it was granted a university charter and it became a school of classics as well as theology. No one ever felt disappointed at this appointment of Bishop Albertson to the presidency of the institution, which under his care had grown from a small seminary with seventeen students to its prese

authority. His voice was more distinct. The audiences heard him as never before. Several of the professors who had always been spoken of as unattractive and uninteresting became exactly the reverse. Young men were found praying in their rooms. In one of them the bishop was heard leading a score of young men in prayer. Old-fashioned and old-time hymns were sung

added responsibility to this young man's life. The bishop, realizing the growing responsibilities of his work, appointed him his private secretary, which necessarily took him away from all the work o

ophets," little dreamed that his gift was to develop to such proportions, and become, also, a grea

ople who built the temple, and in the course of a few months a large and beautiful church was erected capable of seating twelve hundred people. As this building neared completion the building committee began to prepare for its dedication. The chief clergyman to be invited was an old friend and classmate of Bishop

nd the best medical aid was hastily summoned. Of course a substitute must be provided, and the committee succeeded in securing the services of Professor Schuets, from New York, to have charge of the organ and music during the dedicatory services. When the day (the Sabbath) for the great service came Carl lay in his bed delirious with typhoid fever. Nancy Sparrow was his faithful nurse, while Tom was hands and feet to his mother. It was really pathetic to see the little fellow as he sat near the bed so vigilant and

ns, "Carl will get well. Tom talked to God today, and I don't

of hearing me ask you for the same thing so many times, but there is nothing else that I want; but I do want Carl. I would not have to ask my earthly father so often, if he could possibly do it; but he isn't able. You are able and, somehow

le of my secretary's work," said Bishop Albertson, as he handed an ac

itancy he remarked: "Never but in one instance have I seen as fine work. That w

consciously found themselves in front of the farmhouse. Little Tom sat on the front ste

is Carl today?"

ans. He talks about his father and mother, and nobody knows where they live. H

nd without waiting for an answer, he proceeded up the

uted the visitor with great respect. Carl lay quite still with his face toward the wall. Lay

, he will never come to see me

here is your father? We will let him know how

s youth went on: "No, no, don't tell

emarked: "Mrs. Sparrow, this will not do. Our patient must be kept quiet; otherwise more harm can be done in a half hour th

league awaiting him with his head resting upon both hands. Silently they wended thei

he particulars of my great affliction. The illness of your secretary, and seeing the specimen of his

t sorrow passes few of us by in this world. We all suffer, some gr

struck and wrecked the boat; they were all lost, the yacht never having been seen again; and once this afternoon, when the door of your secretary's room was opened for a moment, I heard his delirious cry, and his voice sounded strangely like tha

rge congregation which came to hear the eminent English

ssmate of his early years, the affliction in Bishop Albertson's home had reminded him of his own sad