Excerpt from The R. I. Schoolmaster, 1862, Vol. 8 One morning, the good doctor, in his daily visit to the stable, while rummaging in his hay mow, stumbled upon a bag full of beans - a half bushel of nice, fresh beans. Here was a mystery. How came they there? To whom did they belong l Was there anything wrong about it? His wife could tell him nothing; so he next had recourse to James. The boy color ed, hesitated, stammered, and then was silent altogether. A faint suspicion flashed across the doctor's mind. Could it be? No! He flung the idea from him at once. Honesty was stamped upon every feature of that manly face. The boy seemed to read, by intuition, his every thought. Again he put himself in the half-tragic attitude of his first appeal to the doctor, and exclaimed, A thief! No; I'd sooner die than touch what did not belong to me. Those beans my mother saved to help me buy a Latin grammar with. Do you think I could be untrue to such a mother's teachings? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.