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eyes, I recollect the affair."" replied
Mr. Thorne. who appeared to be suffer-

a"Well and generously done! said he ;
but Mr.. Thorne interrupted him.
am not well, he said, family. tsT suf-
fer greatly-let me go to my room. /"
The next day he sent for me to his
private Office. L found him looking pale
and haggard. (Iaml9bl d97Dae Soliqnla
"Sit down. my dear Arthur" said he.
in low voice, ",and listen to me. For
long time have had confession to
make to you-one that weighs on me so
heavily that I must ease my conscience
of its load. I can better bear to do so
now, that I have in measure made
some amends for the trouble I once
caused YOU"
"The trouble you caused me, +" cried I.
"You have been the most generous of
men to me- It is through your kindness
I occupy my present position it is to
you owe my happiness, and, more than
all, my honor" ~ eH 81
! Mr.. Thorne opened his desk, and took
from it pocket. book.
"Do you remember this ?" said he, as
he placed it in my hand.
eyes," replied ], cit is the one I
lost !: but how"
I could not finish my question. The
truth stared me in the face. sprang to
my feet in dismay.
"Great heavens !" cried "you
found the money"
"Aye, and kept it, he groaned, with
anguish in his voice. "But oh! do not
condemn me without hearing me. Yes
| terday you heard DR.. Ponard allude to
the great losses I had sustained by the
failure in Philadelphia. I did not dare
to make my emba1rassments known, as
that would have fastened my ruin my
ruin /! God knows it was not for myself
that I cared, but for Alice, my darling
child. It was on the 18th Of December
that you lost the money Oh, shall
never forget the date. It was on that
day that I meditated suicide. IT was
short Of 500, 900 to meet my liabilities,
maturing on the 10Th. was overwhelmed
| with despair; the air Of the office
seemed to stife me, and I rushed into
the street. had hardly gone ten yards
when my foot struck something. It was
your pocket book. I opened it, and the
sight turned me giddy and faint. Then
commenced within my breast one OF
those moral struggles which, even to the
conqueror, is fearful, but in which, alas |!
] was miserably vanquished. The next
day I satisfied all claims upon me. To
the world / was George Thorne, an hon
est, upright man; to myself I was moth
ing better than malefactor. You know
therest Through my guilt you passed
| two weeks of indescribable anguish. [
have since endeavored to make repara-
ton for the misery caused but I also
| suffered. Moral atonements are the
most cruel, because they are eternal. [
have known and yet feel the bitterness
Of expiration. Say, my son, can you for
give my crime?" ~
Gould I forgive? ] looked at the pal
lid face, anguished eyes. What were
my suferings of those two terrible
weeks compared to the secret pain and
shame this man had borne for years p
this man, the victim of one solitary de-
Walton from rectitude, so upright in all
else, and whose life since had been one
long atonement. I grasped his hand,
tears filed my eyes.
Gather 1 cried, aAlice's father and
mine, all is forgiven, forgotten. Do I
not owe all the happiness of my life to
that same lost pocket-book?
How to Mind Baby.
First man must have one to take
care of. It isn't every one that is fort
innate enough. to have one, and when he
does his wife is always wanting to run
over to the neighbours five minutes, and
he has to attend to the baby. Sometimes
she caresses him, and oftener she says,
sternly, "John. take good care Of the
child till I return" You want to re-
monstrate, but cannot pluck up courage
while the awful female eye is upon you
so you prudently refrain, and merely re-
mark: "Don't stay long, my dear"
She is scarcely out of sight when the
luckless babe opens its eyes, and its
mouth also, and emits q yell which
causes the cat TO bounce out of the door
as if something had stung it. You tim
idly lift the cherub, and sing an operate
air; it does not appreciate it, and yells
the louder. You try to bride it with q
bit of sugar not bit Of use, it spits it
out. You get wrathy and shake it. It
stops q second, and you venture an
other, when, good heavens! it sets up
such roar that the passers.by look up
in establishment. You feel desperate /;
your hair stands on end and the perspira-
ton oozes out of every pore as the ago
nizing thought comes over you, what if
! the luckless child should have fit !
You try baby talk; but "litty, itty
lamby" has no effect tor it stretches as
if ared-hot poker had been laid upon
its spine, and still it yells. You are
afraid the neighbors will be alarmed,
and give it your gold watch as a last re-
source, just in time to save your whis-
kers; though it throws down handful
of your cherished mustaches to take the
watch, and you thankfully find an easy
chair to rest your aching limbs, when down
comes that costly watch upon the floor,
and the cause of all the trouble breaks
into an ear-spitting roar, and you set
your teeth and prepare to administer
personal chastisement, when in rushes
the happy woman known as your wife,
.snatches up the long-sufering child
from your willing arms, and, sitting
down, stills it by magic, while you gaze
mournfully at the remains of your watch
and cherished mustache, and, uttering
malediction on babykind in general,
and on the image of its father in partic-
ular, vow never to take care of the baby
| again-unh the next time.