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more moments took place upon a tray contain-
ing the remnants of some bread and cheese,
her frugal supper.

“ Sarah,” croaked Mr. Bond; ‘“ what noise
is that 2”

“ Only the mice, father, as usual; do, father,
try to sleep. I watch carefully; there is noth-
ing to fear.”

“ Ay, ay, men and mice all the same; noth-
ing but waste. When I am gone, Sarah, keep
what you will have; it won’t be much, Sarah,
my poor girl, it won’t be much ; just enough to
need care; but KEEP 1T; don’t lend it, or give
it, or spend it; you are fond of spending, my
poor girl; see that huge fire, enough for three
nights ; early bad habits. When we lived ina
small house and were poor, it was then you
learned to be extravagant; I had no money
then, so did not know its value.”

“But we were happier then, father,” said
Sarah Bond ; ‘‘ we were so cheerful and happy
then, and so many poor people blessed my dear
mother, and Mary”’

“‘ Hiss—ss,”’ uttered the dying miser ; ‘* don’t
dare mention your sister, who disgraced me by —
marrying a pauper; a pauper who threatened
my life, because I would not give him my money
to save him from starving; but he did not get
the old father-in-law’s gold; no; he starved,
and ’? —_—.

The words thus uttered by her father, who

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