reaks down-A confused story-Wha

st ajar, and hearing a strange voice proceeding from the room. Harry knew some one was with her; so he sat down on the stairs, hoping that it would not be long before he might go in to see her. His heart was bursting to tell her all. He could keep it a secret no longer. To-morrow was the dreaded day when he was to be taken before Dr Palmer, and

talking quietly to his mother about her death; and as the words fell upon the silence. Harry listened e

l was saying, "if he could only have been with me t

g you suffer," said the doctor's wife, for it was she. "You love

nd sorrow. Dear Alan!" and her voice grew very low. She was talking half to herself. Then, as the new thoug

ning dusk, burst into tears. His mother's quick ea

n the stairs? Tell him to com

oon in the room, at his mother's

rling," the weak voic

ll I do without you?-all alone-and-and Dr Palmer

matter with your face? Oh, Harry, you haven't been fighting, h

s at me, and said I cribbed, and called me a liar and a coward, and I fought Warburton, and l

ear? How?" asked Mrs Campb

y, he began his story. Through excitement, it was naturally very

t was Egerton's crib? and all that you s

fe, "you can tell him you distin

ngly. "He wouldn't believe me. He'd say I put it

Mrs Bromley. "I quite see

mpbell, "and it will all go well with you. Egerton will be found out soone

r Mrs Campbell, I must go. I will try and send you round some grapes in the morning. They will be so good for your thirst. I shall come and see you again soo

bye. You are so good and kind to

turning to him, "come down with me, and

, dear boy," added Mrs Campbell

tionately, led Harry from the room, loo

ce more. And you'll only see my grave when you come home. Oh, God," she prayed, "forgive me, and take me to Thyself." And then her words grew wandering. "Scotland with uncle R