Mary wore the mourner’s garb now; and no token of respect to a father’s memory was omitted by her or by her devoted husband. Captain Kingman had been a sufferer for a year, and during the last months of his life he had been an imbecile. He had passed away now, and it was best that it should be so. He was at rest after his stormy career. Eugene’s balance in the Poppleton Bank began to disturb him again. In spite of his best efforts to keep it within a reasonable limit, it continued to get the upper hands of him. His own wants were few and simple, measured by the means at his command. He was obliged to be very extravagant in order to dispose of twenty thousand dollars a year. He hoped to do better, however, the coming season; but there was still a formidable balance in his favor, which, as the almoner of God’s bounty, it would be idleness and neglect to permit any longer to remain unused. “What shall I do, Mary?” said he to his wife, a week after the funeral. “There is a large balance in the bank, and I feel as though I had not half done my duty.” “Nobody else thinks so, Eugene,” she replied, putting her arm around his neck, and gazing with tender admiration into his face. “Perhaps not; but I do not judge myself by what others think. Can’t you help me, Mary?” “I think I can.” “Do.” “I was thinking the other day that we might have a cemetery here like Mount Auburn, Greenwood, or Laurel Hill.” “I thank you, my dear, for the thought. It shall be commenced at once. Do you think of any suitable locality?” When they went to ride that forenoon, they visited half a dozen places which might answer the purpose, and gave the preference to a tract of land beyond Pine Hill, between the river and the Summerville Road. The territory was purchased, and there was plenty of work for poor men in Poppleton that summer. The building for the Poppleton Library was in a forward state, and the institution itself was in practical operation in temporary quarters. The books were circulating through the town, and the bowling alleys and billiard saloons afforded recreation without expense to all who chose to use them. They were under the care of a good man; were closed at ten o’clock; and no gambling, drinking, profanity, or other improper speech, was tolerated. The amusements of the people were full of interest to Eugene; for innocent recreations were so many preventives of vice. When a dozen young men would form a club, and adopt certain necessary regulations--such as prohibiting intoxicating drinks, profanity, Sabbath breaking--in the association, he presented them a boat, and provided them with a building, uniforms, and other appliances. Four of these clubs were formed at the Port, and three at the Mills; the latter navigating the pond above the dam.