. The shadow of a gun . of many threadsand fibres of memory at the little shrine by the way-side where the wayfarer can linger and where thevirtues of each shall be recounted to the traveler,and where faults (as who has none?) be left tothat charity which never faileth, at the fountainwhich they unlocked, and drinking of its clear crys-tal waters may go forth refreshed. John A. Lyon was Natures nobleman. He wasabsolutely void of cheat or deceit. For thirty-fiveyears I knew him intimately, examined his booksmany times on points which others might have de-sired to conceal, and he was the same un
. The shadow of a gun . of many threadsand fibres of memory at the little shrine by the way-side where the wayfarer can linger and where thevirtues of each shall be recounted to the traveler,and where faults (as who has none?) be left tothat charity which never faileth, at the fountainwhich they unlocked, and drinking of its clear crys-tal waters may go forth refreshed. John A. Lyon was Natures nobleman. He wasabsolutely void of cheat or deceit. For thirty-fiveyears I knew him intimately, examined his booksmany times on points which others might have de-sired to conceal, and he was the same unflinching,unreserved man he was when I first knew him. Hfemade mistakes in figures, but I never saw him feelworse than when the mistake was in his favor. Inthis case he could not sleep, he could not lie still tillhe knew what the mistake was and the correctionwas made. If others made mistakes against himhe made no note of it beyond the time it occurred,and he would not ask reparation unless the mistake 220 JOHN A. John A. Lyon, the Incorruptible. was very great. He was close, careful and method-ical, and never let his expenses outrun his I last saw him, about 1889, I was troubledbecause I could not seem to obtain clear insightinto his feelings, and when the conversation was themost earnest and animated he would often lapseinto silence, as though he did not understand whatI was saying. He would not remember what I hadsaid when I repeated it, and his eyes had that far AMOS ROBBINS. 221 away look which was as if seeking to penetrate theinvisible. I thought then, and still think he waswrapt with a vision which was unfolding to himthe world of spiritual life which seemed to belittleall the transactions of this. It may have come tohim that his life was drawing near to a close, andthat the dawn of a better morning beyond the hilltops was soon to* clasp him in its munificent em-brace. (I shall see him but not now. I shall be-hold him but not nigh, for he has entered
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