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upon her ear, and she paused.
Another aud another followed, SO
heaIt>rehding, so agoDlzing, that
she grew faint with fear. For Il
moment her hand tremuled upon
the latch ; and then she raised it,
aud, gliding up to her father.
folded her arms around him, and
pressed her lips to his.
Forgive me-, dear papa, forgive
your own Ella her first unkind
words. | vas thinking only OF
poor Robert, and did not well
know what l said. l am sorry
very sOrry-can not you forgive
NE, papa"
eyes child, yes. Goodnight,
darling:-there, go"
"And Robert
No answer.
"You will feel better if you see
him, papa"
SEQ onw
Again Ella turned from the
door aud hurried down the stairs.
Still the boy sat down with his
face in his mothers lap, and his
arms twined tightly around her
waist. Both started quickly at
sight Of her.sllght figure, dressed,
as it was for IA different scene
from this. The pale, anxious
face, looking out from the Itch
masses of curls, now disarranged
and half drawn back behind her
ear, appeared as though long
years had passed over it in that
one-half hour. Poor Ella, it was
a fearful ordeal tor glad, bouyant
seventeen.
"There is the money, Robert
she said, finging the purse upon
the table, ''and now you must 90
back with me and say to our faith
er that you r sorry you have
made him miserable"
ale will turn me from the door,
ElIa.'
"And do you not deserve 1t sn
ELLA !" interposed the tender
mother.
81 do; that and more. But per
haps he will think [ come to
mock him."
"IOnr manner and words will
tell him for what yon come. You
have very nearly killed Il poor
father, Robert. / have seen his
gray hairs to night almost AZ low
as the grave will lay them. /
haze seen him i'll such agony as
none OF us are capable of endur-
ing. You ought to go to him Rob
cft-so on your knees, whatever
he says you will have no right
to .complain.'
ella, child! ElIaw exclaimed
Mrs. Lame, "yon have too much
ct your. fathers spirit-that is,
too much for Il woman. Beware
how you 'break the bruised reed"
celia is right, mother SAID
the boy, rising. II will go to HIM
Il will tell HIM how wretched
have made myself; how l wish l
could take the whole load of
wrstchedness aud relieve those |
love. | will promise him to look
out some humble corner of the
earth and hide myself in it, away
trom his sight forever. Perhaps
he will bid me earn his conf
dencc by Years OF rectitude-per>
haps he will, but, if he does not.
Ella is right-whatever he says
even though he curse me, | shall
have no right to complain
"But | will complain, Robin e
exclaimed the girl, with Il fresh
burst ut tears; land wherever
yoa go, | will go with.you. Poor,
dear papa but he shall rot sepa
rate us-we, who nave sat upon
his knee at the same tlae-llis
own darling children u will new
er stay here while you are with
out a home, Robin"
The excited girl clasped both
hands over her brothers arm.
aud led the way up stairs; w.lile
the trembling mother followed,
praying in her heart that the in>
terview might be more favorable
than her fears promised.
When they entered Mr.. Lanes
room the OLD man sat in his arm
chair. leaning over a table and
resting his forehead upon his
clasped hands. Books we're scat
tered AROUND but they had eviden
tly not beeh used that evening":
there was il glass Of water stand
beside him. and his neck cloth
was loose AS though from faint
hess. Had his halr become gray
ct and his vigorous frame Bonded
within II few days! 1t certainly
50 /; and the heart of the er
boy wasstr;cken at the sight.
HE sOliow that he had brought
upoh his mother and sister had
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