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arms, and wept. Pines heart was touched
by this, for he dearly loved his mother.
- Don't,” he cried, «oh don’t grieve so,
mother. I will never disobey you again, —
i promise yeu that I never will. Re

‘¢ Make me no more promises, Clare,”
said his mother, sadly. ‘+ You have shown
me that I cannot trust to them.”

Mrs. Mortimer administered no other re-
proof to her boy, but she seemed sad and
unusually thoughtful all the evening, and sat
in her parlor many hours after the boys had
gone to bed, thinking deeply.

The next morning, as Clare was taking ~
dou nis cap to go to school, his mother
said — | | . ie
ee ten will not need to go to sehinct this :
morning, my son. Sit down here ae me,

[want to talk to you.”