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Any one who knew Henry Ward Beecher at all knew of his love of books。 He was； however； most prodigal in lending his books and he always forgot the borrowers。 Then when he wanted a certain volume from his library he could not find it。 He would； of course； have forgotten the borrower； but he had a unique method of tracing the book。
One evening the great preacher suddenly appeared at a friend's house and； quietly entering the drawing…room without removing his overcoat； he walked up to his friend and said：
〃Rossiter； why don't you bring back that Ruskin of mine that I lent you？〃
The man colored to the roots of his hair。 〃Why； Mr。 Beecher；〃 he said； 〃I'll go up…stairs and get it for you right away。 I would not have kept it so long； only you told me I might。〃
At this Beecher burst into a fit of merry laughter。 〃Found！ Found！〃 he shouted； as he took off his overcoat and threw himself into a chair。
When he could stop laughing； he said： 〃You know； Rossiter； that I am always ready to lend my books to any one who will make good use of them and bring them back； but I always forget to whom I lend them。 It happened； in this case； that I wanted that volume of Ruskin about a week ago； but when I went to the shelf for it； it was gone。 I knew I must have lent it； but to whom I could not remember。 During the past week； I began to demand the book of every friend I met to whom I might have lent it。 Of course； every one of them protested innocence； but at last I've struck the guilty man。 I shall know； in future； how to find my missing books。 The plan works beautifully。〃
One evening； after supper； Mr。 Beecher said to his wife：
〃Mother； what material have we among our papers about our early Indiana days？〃
Mr。 Beecher had long been importuned to write his autobiography； and he had decided to do it after he had finished his Life of Christ。
Mrs。 Beecher had two boxes brought into the room。
〃Suppose you look into that box； if you will；〃 said Mr。 Beecher to Edward； 〃and I'll take this one； and we'll see what we can find about that time。 Mother； you supervise and see how we look on the floor。〃
And Mr。 Beecher sat down on the floor in front of one box； shoemaker…fashion； while Edward； likewise on the floor； started on the other box。
It was a dusty job； and the little room began to be filled with particles of dust which set Mrs。 Beecher coughing。 At last she said： 〃I'll leave you two to finish。 I have some things to do up…stairs； and then I'll retire。 Don't be too late； Henry；〃 she said。
It was one of those rare evenings for Mr。 Beecherabsolutely free from interruption； and； with his memory constantly taken back to his early days； he continued in a reminiscent mood that was charmingly intimate to the boy。
〃Found something？〃 he asked at one intermission when quiet had reigned longer than usual； and he saw Edward studying a huge pile of papers。
〃No； sir；〃 said the boy。 〃Only a lot of papers about a suit。〃
〃What suit？〃 asked Mr。 Beecher mechanically； with his head buried in his box。
〃I don't know； sir；〃 Edward replied naively； little knowing what he was reopening to the preacher。 〃'Tilton versus Beecher' they are marked。〃
Mr。 Beecher said nothing； and after the boy had fingered the papers he chanced to look in the preacher's direction and found him watching him intently with a curiously serious look in his face。
〃Must have been a big suit；〃 commented the boy。 〃Here's another pile of papers about it。〃
Edward could not make out Mr。 Beecher's steady look at him as he sat there on the floor mechanically playing with a paper in his hand。
〃Yes；〃 he finally said； 〃it was a big suit。 What does it mean to you？〃 he asked suddenly。
〃To me？〃 Edward asked。 〃Nothing； sir。 Why？〃
Mr。 Beecher said nothing for a few moments； and turned to his box to examine some more papers。
Then the boy asked： 〃Was the Beecher in this suit you； Mr。 Beecher？〃
Again was turned on him that serious； questioning look。
〃Yes；〃 he said after a bit。 Then he thought again for a few moments and said： 〃How old were you in 1875？〃
〃Twelve；〃 the boy replied。
〃Twelve；〃 he repeated。 〃Twelve。〃
He turned again to his box and Edward to his。
〃There doesn't seem to be anything more in this box；〃 the boy said； 〃but more papers in that suit；〃 and he began to put the papers back。
〃What do you know about that 'suit；' as you call it？〃 asked Mr。 Beecher； stopping in his work。
〃Nothing；〃 was the reply。 〃I never heard of it。〃
〃Never heard of it？〃 he repeated； and he fastened that curious look upon Edward again。 It was so compelling that it held the boy。 For several moments they looked at each other。 Neither spoke。
〃That seems strange；〃 he said； at last； as he renewed the search of his box。 〃Never heard of it；〃 he repeated almost to himself。
Then for fully five minutes not a word was spoken。
〃But you will some day；〃 said Mr。 Beecher suddenly。
〃I will what； Mr。 Beecher？〃 asked the boy。 He had forgotten the previous remark。
Mr。 Beecher looked at Edward and sighed。 〃Hear about it；〃 he said。
〃I don't think I understand you；〃 was the reply。
〃No； I don't think you do；〃 he said。 〃I mean； you will some day hear about that suit。 And I don't know；〃 then he hesitated； 〃butbut you might as well get it straight。 You say you were twelve then；〃 he mused。 〃What were you doing when you were twelve？〃
〃Going to school；〃 was the reply。
〃Yes； of course；〃 said Mr。 Beecher。 〃Well；〃 he continued； turning on his haunches so that his back rested against the box； 〃I am going to tell you the story of that suit； and then you'll know it。〃
Edward said nothing； and then began the recital of a story that he was destined to remember。 It was interesting then； as Mr。 Beecher progressed； but how thrice interesting that wonderful recital was to prove as the years rolled by and the boy realized the wonderful telling of that of all stories by Mr。 Beecher himself！
Slowly； and in that wonderfully low； mellow voice that so many knew and loved； step by step； came the unfolding of that remarkable story。 Once or twice only did the voice halt； as when； after he had explained the basis of the famous suit； he said：
〃Those were the charges。 That is what it was all about。〃
Then he looked at Edward and asked： 〃Do you know just what such charges mean？〃
〃I think I do；〃 Edward replied； and the question was asked with such feeling； and the answer was said so mechanically； that Mr。 Beecher replied simply： 〃Perhaps。〃
〃Well；〃 he continued； 〃the suit was a 'long one；' as you said。 For days and weeks； yes； for months； it went on； from January to July； and those were very full days： full of so many things that you would hardly understand。〃
And then he told the boy as much of the days in court as he thought he would understand； and how the lawyers worked and worked； in court all day； and up half the night； preparing for the next day。 〃Mostly around that little table there；〃 he said； pointing to a white； marble…topped table against which the boy was leaning； and which now stands in Edward Bok's study。
〃Finally the end came；〃 he said； 〃afterwell； months。 To some it seemed years；〃 said Mr。 Beecher； and his eyes looked tired。
〃Well；〃 he conti