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VIII, as there is Maker over me,
will sobbed the man; and The frail bed
against which he leaned shook with his
emotion. II bqsilsdlns Nl tns tlsF
4tsAnd you, Henry, you will obey your
father, and be good boy as you love your
mother You willS' n.s aw g,3sls 1.aa,


'Oh yes,' sobbed the liuls fellow, fling
ing himself wildly on his mothers neck,
but mother, dear mother, what shall do
without you'd Oh! don't die y


This is too hard,' murmured the dying
woman, drawing her child feebly TO her,
'Father give me strength to endure il =


For few minutes all was still, and no.
thing broke the silence but the sobs of the
father and the boy, and the low, death-like
tick 'ot the rain dripping through the floor.
The child was the first to move. He SEEM
ed lnstlnctively to feel that giving way. to
his grief panied his mother, and gently dis
engaging himself from her, he hushed his
sobs, and leaning on the bed gazed anxious
ly into her face Her eyes were closed,
but her lips moved as if in prayer.


{ Henry, where are you2' family asked
the dying mother.


The boy answered in low, mournful
voice


"Henry, Henry" she said in louder
tone, and then after second added, "poor
babe, he doesn't hear me. y
I The little fellow looked up amazed. He
knew not yet how the senses gradually fail
the dying /; he was perplexed the tears
coursed down his cheeks, and his throat
choked SO that he could not speak. But he
placed his hand in his mothers and pressed
it. M ssa4att p3IiHta aa i0 @Ya3e71t E4


"Come near, my son--nearer the can
die wants snufing there, lay your face
down by mine. Henry, love, | can't see
has the ,wind-blown out the light3


The bewildered boy gazed wildly into I
his mothers face, but knew not what to
say. He only pressed her hand again. tt


"Oh, God, murmured the dying woman,
her voice growing fainter, "this is death !
Charles Henry Jesus--re
The child felt quick, electric shiver in
the hand he clasped, and looking up, saw
that his mother had fallen back dead upon
the pillow. He knew il all at once. He
gave one shrek, and fell senseless across
her body. #


That shrek aroused the drupkard. Start /
ing up from his knees, he gazed wildly on
the corpse He could not endure the look
OF that still sainted face. He covered his
face with his hands and burst into an agony
of tears I'D ,ngEi AaS H


Years have passed since then, and that
man is once more a useful member Of soci-
ETY.. But oh the fearful cost at which
his reformation was purchased. II