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Father is'son” to them, when they were in thor, and I am Molly. I was fifteen Ait, and only cried to frighten me. in June, and Miss Morrell was thirty- I don’t think I did it very hard. 0110, She said. She must have 111031113 When I came downstairs father was boy and girl together. she told lumiwriting. He did not speak till he and he is forty-three. lcaught me looking at him. Then he said. “He'd have done well if hei "It has ln‘ought back the old hadn’t been so clever, poor fellow!” itimes,” he. said. “We were boy and “If 'he wasn’t Clever he couldurtrgirl together. Some day you will “Whats the g°0d 0f “Tith Stones iDlIc \di‘ilmheroin;niingtliiiisgcliiif‘l went if You can’t sell them? Clever men. ’ ' " ‘ m n Ind . _ _ inot been father, I should have told I am afl'ald that 15 true» lJUt 0f,him not to compare that woman course I would not say so: and I got Iwith- mm clever," I told her. “He is the bestgaguim nshe was alwflys bright,” he man. that ever was, and the kindest- isaid, “and very pretty when she was I Will not listen to anything against“ gilt" better if You did “(it call-n lgrow older,” I remarked. “I don't I know it was not polite to sayiknow if you noticed her hat?” that. but even mother was not po- Father laughed. “’l‘hat hat is not Miss Morrell only laughed and took I thought he laid too much empha- hold of my arm.” “Tutâ€"tut, child! Isis on the “hat.” think Well enough of your father. I The next evening they talked over daughter, too. Now sit down ~and5he went in to see her. have another teaâ€"cake." IShOWS his manuscripts. He never The;r were very nice teaâ€"cakes, andishows his manuscripts except to litâ€" the recipe, but mine did not turn out much. the same. The next day she sent us a dozen She was watering her flowers when teacakes. Father ate two, and the tea. He did not notice her, because but she would not touch them. he was worried about a plot. He “Not if I was starvin’, and’ a bite had found a. way of getting the hero save me!" she said. “I've lice. :8 Father’s he tilted me out of my chair, so I . ,. , ‘ _ “hon loss Moriell came to look at “Nonsense,” he said. and while she was down the garden I'N0“°§ but new“ mou‘er's baby: she had not taken the house, but IiWas good "to the boys. I gave them Frank Marchant, the celebrated all-ibi‘d; and Tommy said he hardly felt forty-one, because she and father were sitting .at his desk, but he was not; “He was such a nice boy," she‘sighed. write his Stories,” I pointed ou~t___..‘lool< back to the times when you and have no Sense!” illlto the drawingâ€"room. “P to £550- ”Fathel‘ is more tllmli At supper he talked about her him; and I think perhaps it would hei upeomc alter a good deal as they lite if anyone spoke against father. fascinating, certainly," he agreed. fancy he has a very good littlelthe wall again. The evening after she made them herself. She gave Ine‘erary people or people he likes very father walked down the garden after boys the rest. I offered Jane some, I would and heroine off a Preciplce, but he got eyes in my ’ead, Miss Molly; she’ll never could not think how to get them do by ’im as you've on! She came and watched him ov- done.”_ - er the wall. She had the waterâ€"pot, Jane forgets, and breaks things, in one hand, and some weeds in the but she is a good girl really. other, and she were an old hat like The next afternoon Miss Morrell a black basin. asked me to take the boys in to “Still up in ». the clouds, Frank?” tea. I told her that I was too she called at last. lbusy; but the boys wanted to be, so He stkrted and turned round: then I let them. They are not old he held out his hand and laughed. enough to know better. She gave “Mary! Well, I never! It’s good=them three sorts of cake for tea, to look at you again." they said, and Sixpence each. She I did not want" to listen, of course, helped them with their lessons, too, and Dick was whistling at the front but I found a. mistake in One of gate, so I went out with him. (He Bob’s sums. is Carson Major, and we are chums. “All!” father said, when I showed He is not silly, like other boys).. it to him, “she never was good at "I don’t care for that woman," Larithmetic; but she had a wonderful told him; but he only laughed and head for business.” =.’ said I needn’t be jealous. He is an “I’d rather be good, than good at impudent boy. business," I told him. Wewent round Love Lane, and‘ Father smoked his pipe for tw0 or It was three minutes, then he laid it down. swollen with the rains, and I couldl“She~is.good, too, Molly,” he said. not find a place to jump it. So pick |'°I'could tell you somethingâ€"I will had to wade and carry me;'au‘cl it [tell you, because I want you to like was quite dark when \ve got in. Fan 1101‘. She was in love with a man ther was still talking to Miss Morâ€"lonceâ€"they were only boy and girl roll over the wall, and hadn’t made ,l‘ealIyâ€"and he was in love with her. the boys do their home-lessons; andiThcre was a misunderstanding, and they were watching out ‘of the win-- he went away, and got engaged to dow. ‘ ' Isomeone else. One day he came back “Father’s got a sweetheart,‘ Moiâ€"land found out what a foolish mis- ly," Tommy cried. [take he had made. He would have I do not often loge my temper with ibroken the engagement off, but she the boys, but I boxed his ears quite {wouldn’t let him. So he marriedâ€"â€" hard. I was sorry directly, but I .the other woman.” could not say so, for fear I should] I could cry. So I went upstairs to take oilihim speak of mother like that; but my hat. When I came down Dick ,1 hit my lip instead. "If I had been had Tommy on his knee, doing his theâ€"the other woman, I wouldn’t last sum. There were white smears have wanted him, if he hadn’t wantâ€" on his face where he had cried, and .ed me.” I wiped him with my handkerchief. “She didn’t know, dear. She nev- “Dick’s given me a penny, Molly," er knew right up to the time that he said, and grinned at me. He i “It will do" He took al have screamed to hear . some n- "Youâ€"he pretended he liked her all ithroat; and the big photo of mother 'pennies each to spend. I thought I that I had put on the- piano slipped lshouldn't, She was a nice right down 0“ t0 father-S hands. tuld imoney for long, and she wouldn’t do the time?" “He did like her. lwoman-â€"a very xlike me. best, because you can't ‘sure. Promise me." . Dick looked very serious, and whis- tled to himself for a long time. lie ideols that “.7110” 11.0 is thhikhig‘” UIiback again. If I hadn't loved him believe you re right, kiddle, llC|v, I 1“‘].‘, I - . . . mo, . lL. ILVO isaid at last, “I promise." ' I “On your honor?" 1 He threw his head back a little. I“All my promises are on honor,” he isaid. [ do like to hear him speak :like that. boiliye, dear old girl. lie sure to teleâ€" igraph if you want me back.” It men‘s a dreadful thing to .had known mother, or even if you ilinew what I think of her. I told Jane about the letter, 'she said anyone could tell it Was i I did not say any more to fatliei',l”'°l’osill; . “,‘ld H _ iabout Miss Morrell. but I made what iwoum bum 1'“ J was 5‘, goo‘] mlfld to, but' when I asked Dick he said, Iwe called “mother's cake" for tea , , . I 'l“1t wouldn't be cricket.” So I ii '.ll\.-lt'lttl an. DUL (I h” pm 05 um” mlgave it to him .to do what he liked ,rooms to remind him of her. I l'l'c . . , . l . - - with and he took it In to Miss Mor- tool' 11 1 tl ‘ ( ie vh're sh- 18 h )ldm l ' ‘ I i m n ‘ L L ( girell. She asked him to take a teleâ€" i L'. t 1 , I ‘ ‘ {$3,220 £11112“ and 100k“! at 1" rm a gram to send off to father, but he. I “She used to Sing a great deal at’told her that he would rather not the Morrells’,” he said. “Mary used ,havc “ill-Vulan to d? w‘thult- N “0 Ito accompany her. We must ask her;saw hm: ert0' and It “ES yes' He in. She will like to hear you sing W0de t 100k_ at 1n" “he”, he POM ‘ me, but he said a lot. of nice things some of the old sonrs.” E“ about me, and how good I was to "I don’t want to sing mother‘s old. . . Songs to anyone but you, daddy,” I father and the boys, and I shouldn t l isaid'. “Come and play for me, and ‘have to live with her very long, heâ€" h,” sing. ‘Aftcrwurdsy You can Imt'cause he was growmg up. _ I think it down a. note, and think it is mo~ ither singing." People say that my deep notes are! ilike mother's, but of course I do not lknocked 0W3" her Dim Of Water- sing so well as she did. “I’d have liked to box ’is ears, kind. H IliCO Woman. 0111?" I Shrieked and ShriORCd, and laughed .things for them like mother used to, i i l l 1 l I and lover a ,caueht me, If She was “'0 She Eanything more till I found her bath- l l l anybody would like Dick. lie. is sol Jane was very kind, too, and ling," didn’t even grumble at Bob when he Wcmss his eyes, iyou!” I crying ’ so. .9 â€"â€".T3 ,_- i ‘, "- 434;. use: have the housekeeping 'You will understand, dear, when .VOU imm- c"ied- and father couldn't SLOI’ land like I tried to do. ‘are older.” line anyhow. I suppose you would. Father came home on Sunday {'j “I understand now," I said, “My ’(‘all 11" hyStUPiCS-_ ~ I lnight. He had only just taken his â€"liis wife is dead. So he will marry I, was better next morning, but Ehat off, and sat down in the armâ€" in iMiss Morrell." iJane made me have breakfast in bed. EChflil‘. When She Came in- He jumped “I don’t know." Father filled :Fatllf‘l‘ was very worried, because he lull. imd held out bOth hands. and $110 If 'hls Pipe SlOle. “I hope so. If he .was going to Scotland to do some ,trembled, and half laughed and half ldeesâ€"â€"-" descriptive articles for The llailylcried- She looked quite young, and .l i "It will serve him. right,” I de- Lyre. He began to write out a telc~ ialmOSt Pretty. and I hated 1101‘- Eclared. 'J‘hen I wont down in the gram to say that he couldn’t go; but 1 “I am SO glad, Mary," father said- ishrubbery and cried. I told him I was quite well really, ["30 glad: dear 01d Mal‘Y- Gi091 bless “If ever you like someone else betâ€" and Jane promised to look after me you-n " tor, Dick." I said when I told him, “like a mother.” So he went. } “God bless you, Frankâ€"kind old, 3 !”3'ou're to tell me. I wouldn't marâ€" When he said goscl-INy-‘C he gave me iFl"i_111k1” She said. . -. ‘1‘.V 5'0" for anything if you didn't a note for fifiss Morrell. “Ask her, 1110“ She began crying soul-V! and ‘3 [want to. Promise mew No, no! ito wire $05,. 01. .no', then I shall ‘he bent down and kissed her. I was é iTt’S no use saying you will alwus'sglsnow what to do," he “(lood- im the dark Como“ by “‘0 scram" and i. they did not seem to notice me. I felt my heart thump, and my breath come and go, and I looked at them, and looked at the big photo of moâ€" 772; :_3. «‘l-. ri-V-‘r‘l'x‘ . . but I felt as ll 1 llC\(,.l wanted lflelltl ’ther on the mantebpwce. It Was just beside them, as if she was _ Y H'sh‘fildrtlmlie _:‘ama lwatching them; and I rushed between i ll :run ' * ~ . llllll. ou uou ( ll ( , . n. 1 you them. and Snatchea It away “Mother!” I cried. “Oh, mother!" Then I seemed dizzy, and tripped . something; and Miss Morrell and I didn’t remember ing my forehead with eau de Cologne and I was too weak to push her away. . “My poor child," she sobbed, “my r poor child!" I; IIer tears fell all over me, she was “We ought to have unâ€" 1' dierstoodw It isn't your father, darâ€" ling. Tt’s my old lover that he has found for me in Scotland, and that was what I telegraphed about. Now, we'll see if you can’t like me a little. No, no! You mustn’t move yet." But I sat up somehow, and held out my arms to father, and he picked me up, and, nursed me like a'baby. “I’ve only two sweethearts. darâ€" he Said, and wiped his hand “Your motherâ€"and I shall never quite forgive myself H370“ can Sing that just like ymugshe said; “but I thought of you, you gfor thinking of him like I did; but Imother, dear. Thank heaven, youipoor dear. ican’t feel it quite like she didâ€"Ah!” lbccn to them, “I’ll try to feel it as much as I aShflmed 0f camâ€"No, in E flat, dea1'-â€"â€"” 'Ollgllt.” Iler nodded, and played the symâ€"i In the afternoon I sat down in the Iphony softly. It is like a dream, and 'garden darning the boys’ socks and father plays so beautifully. I thought Miss Morrell came and stared at me of mother. and took a deep breatli,lover the garden wall. “You don’t an ’e ’isself, the and began' look well, child," she said. I “I am quite well, thank you,” I Afterwards. told her. , She put up her eyeglasses and Beyond the bound of land and sea, looked at me. “You're. too young 10 Beyond the touch of hand, look after a house," she said abrupt- Beyond the memory of meâ€" ly. ‘ II shall look down, d‘ear love, and sec “Anyhow,” I said, “I have looked Your tears. and understand. iaftcr lit- I don't suppose I have ili’no ‘ Ivery well, but I have done my best. She is supposed to be dying. The, :No doubt you could do better, but first, part, is what he guys to her, amy'would find it very diil'erent to having .the second part is what she says to only yourself." I thought I would ;him. Mother used to smile when ilOt 1101‘ see, that I Ulldei‘Stood. 'she came to “understand,” and fathâ€"u ‘ “I daresay I should." She sighed, ‘er used to look over his shoulder,. but she did not seem cross. "He you |and smile at her. know, Molly, sometimes 1 wish l had others to work for. Don't you think [Light offiny life, if I should miss I could help you?" _ The path your faith has shoWn‘? “I don't Want any help," I said; My heart was heartened by your kiss, “andif I did. I'd rather not have it. But nowâ€"Dear love, be sure of this, You see. I promised mother. She You will not walk alone. wouldn’t want anybody else to do things for father and the hove-w ply He is in the minor, of course, and:mO-” I 100k0d straight at “01‘: and ‘she answm-s in the major. It always jSlle shook her head. sounded comforting, the way that} "W0 “701‘0 Children LOEIC‘IW‘I‘.’ Sh? ’mother sang it, and when I am worâ€" :Said, “she and‘ your father and l. Iricd about things I try to fancy Ill don’t think she would mind we.” ihear her. Then she used to draw I gatheFi-‘d the SOCKS “TNâ€"l (UNION iherself up for the. last verse. together, and got up. "I think," I lsaid, “she would mind you Very I shall look down, my dearâ€"my dear! innwlL” ’ lOnly be true, and have no fear; . Miss Morrell looked :--urprised and Only be true, and Heaven is near! 'hnrt. "You don’t like zit-e. Molly?" God judge me as I'm true. 'she asked. ' “No.” I told her, "I don't. You my voice like mother's; and I seemed SUPPOSO?" » to see her standing there, with herl “Yesâ€"YOU? father has l‘ild 370113" hand on father’s shoulder, and putâ€"l “He has told me." ring out her other hand to holditl‘UO, but I COUld “Gt let hel‘ mine, when I was little and hung to lthat father did not trust me. “Good- her skirts. I took the now note in lafternoon." the last line quite full; and then i'ny their tea. After tea I gave them two 'YELZL@R¢ £13.45; J1? MA arm‘s? flight? 55 is. as WHERE JAPAN AND RUSSIA AR E FIGHTING FOR SUPREMACY. I’m-de to Steady lnyself and make ihave sent the telegram to father, I It was not think More'n a mother you've .it was only because I was so fond of ought ’o be Emother.â€"Owen Oliver, in Pall »Mall marster Magazine. 1. 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