both father and mother to me. Never had child or girl so wise
and loving a guardian as he was to me. I have never forgotten
the lessons he taught me. Whatever there is of good in my life
or character I owe to him. I was often headstrong and willful,
but he never lost patience with me. I owe everything to Robert."

Suddenly the little teacher rose with wet eyes and crimson
cheeks.

"I have something to say, too," she said resolutely. "You have
spoken for yourselves. I speak for the people of White Sands.
There is a man in this settlement whom everybody loves. I shall
tell you some of the things he has done."

"Last fall, in an October storm, the harbor lighthouse flew a
flag of distress. Only one man was brave enough to face the
danger of sailing to the lighthouse to find out what the trouble
was. That was Robert Monroe. He found the keeper alone with a
broken leg; and he sailed back and made--yes, MADE the
unwilling and terrified doctor go with him to the lighthouse. I
saw him when he told the doctor he must go; and I tell you that
no man living could have set his will against Robert Monroe's at
that moment.

"Four years ago old Sarah Cooper was to be taken to the
poorhouse. She was broken-hearted. One man took the poor,
bed-ridden, fretful old creature into his home, paid for medical
attendance, and waited on her himself, when his housekeeper
couldn't endure her tantrums and temper. Sarah Cooper died two
years afterwards, and her latest breath was a benediction on