other and son-Breaking dow

at the door of the farm. Mrs Valentine had just come out, and w

he cried, "hom

on't make such a noise!"

Master Bromley, Harry exclaim

worse, Mrs

wered; "you mustn't go in now. She's ve

nd going to Oxford. What was he to do? Was he to get leave from school, and give up the chance of getting the prize, and stay at home with mamma instead? But wouldn't that vex her, and perhaps ma

int of mind, far beyond his years, not in his school work, but in his ideas and feelings on general subjects

out to him. Her eyes were ver

e in now, Ma

an I do? She mustn't die. Can't Mr Bro

poor dear; nor any one else either, for the matter of

a die before p

-very soon," sobb

lly white, saving two red hectic spots glowing in her wasted cheeks. Her hands were dry and hot; and when she began to speak, a fit of coughing ma

, how did the exa

talk about that. Are you really going to

lly going away from you now

mma? How shall I--" and here Harry fai

re. I shall not cough any more. You mustn't cry so. Tell me about school; I like to hear it all. I am not

uld bear it by himself. He had run home so quickly, meaning to tell her all, and knowing she would believe

hree days; but-but-you won't be here-then," and back came the memory of the fateful

sighed Mrs Campbell. "I

; is it, mamma? You told me it was so c

out, in the evenings there, that first gave me my cough. But it was God's

rry dear or you will be late

school, mamma,

you to go, as usual. They shall send for you if

hen she thought of her girlhood, of her bright, strong, healthy days; and then of her marriage in the ominous Scotch mists, of the sojourning at Malta, of the journeyings to