OR, CLARENCE MORTIMER. 5

 

side, as soon as I come into my own room,
I begin to have a good time.”

‘¢T thought you said you had a treat in
store,” sad Hal. <‘* If you have, out with
it, and let me see what it amounts to.”

I suppose you would like to know a little
about the history of these two boys who
have come into my story so unceremoni-
ously.

Well, then, Clarence Mortimer was the
only son of a widow. He was about twelve
years of age, anda very bright, encacing
little fellow, —had always had a pretty
good time of it ever since he was born.
He had been too young when his father died,
to feel any grief at his loss, and his mother
had devoted herself to his happiness.

She gave him his choice as to the room he

would best like to occupy, and. then fitted it