The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1897-09-29

pillow.
eyes, I did," he said. "But l g
didn't mean to 'urt Nelly. l '
wanted George to fall in"
But didn't you know how (
wicked il was to do it?'
10 shifted uneasily on the
couch.
II didn't care" he said with
sudden frankness II only wanted
to pay i'm out. Father always
saws, Give as good as you get.
but there is another lesson
that you have learnt, too,' SAID
Kate. II daresay George may
have sometimes been unkind to
you, but then you have been very
trying to him, and, whatever he
may have done, you know who it
was that said, Forgive your en-
emies.' ,"
The talk lasted long, for even
though 10 had confessed his deed,
he was not inclined to own him.
self in the wrong; but at last he
told Kate that he was really
sorry.
81 quite believe you,' said
Kate, 'because, you see, you have
not been happy all this time,
though you have had so many
presents and nice things, and that
shows that you were sorry in your
heart. But, 10, l think you must
ask George to forgive you for your
wicked thought ,
| Cant be doneI" said 10 de-
cisively.
eyes, it can, if you are really
| sorry" said Kate.
} "No, it can't then," returnet
lJo. "You don't know is NEAR
= ways"
Il Kate understood pretty we'll
| though she did not say so. Sh'
e knew that now the excitement o
2 the accident was over the Bensons
former jealousy had revived il
J. full force, and that they talke'
!: constantly and ill-naturedly 0
g the attentions that 10 received
b She felt that it would be dread
full trial for the child to have t
|, confess to them what he ha
l done; and yet might it not b
it just the lesson that he needed
o There was no doubt that he had
1t very good opinion of himself, an
though the humbling would /
7. hard it was very necessary.
l, She held to her point, and J
gave in at last.
" "Well, then, I'll say it, :" he e.
It claimed; and fearing that /
l. might retract, Kate offered I
Of fetch George at once.
" She felt very nervous as she lie
lie him to go and encounter Mr.
Benson, but having brought hi
to to the point Of confession, 81
n could not desert him now. TO h
s, great relief, however, George w
n, digging in the garden, for it W
On Saturday afternoon, and s.
ms called to him over the paling
ad George came somewhat relu
1T. family; he had no great rega
at for Miss Hilton, and when
ed found that she wanted him
W; come and speak to 10, his temp
ng was still further ruffled.
full But when he entered the roc
Ids and stood by the couch, a feeli
very much like pity stole into
get heart. He had hardly seen t
the child since his accident, for
was only too glad to be able
he keep out of his way, and as he s
oes the change that his illness /
ms made in him, he could not
t l strain his surprise.
out 10 had never been very big
the best of times, but now
llty looked almost like baby as
md leant back against his pillows
ing bright spot of fever burning
ust his white cheeks, and his lii
new hands shaking with the exc
ELY ment into which he had wor.
I'M; himself.
and George wondered vaguely W
out it could all be about, as he ST.
there in his stolid strength
ling looked down at the tiny culver
lere creature before him; but he
said quite unprepared for what he
to hear.
net, cit was me as opened the ,
that night,'' said 10; IT di,
tout because [ 'oped you'd fall in. .
who The confession was bra,
erv- made, and its cost was shown
'fied the quickly drawn breath and
the look of pain in the glitte.
aid. eyes.
too But Georges nature was
he dense to be touched by such s
nded as these. ''Then you don't
serve ever to be forgiven, -