CHAP, XIIIL—MY MASTER’S SISTER.

HERE was so long a pause, that I began to
think Mr. Hurst had told me all he meant to
tell, when he resumed—

“But that was long after. I went to see Dr.
Hamerton on that sad morning. Of course there
could be no scholarship, no college education for
me now. Boy as I was, my mother and sister had
no means of support but by my weak efforts. The
doctor was very kind; he offered me a sort of
ushership in the school, with a salary higher than
I could have hoped for, young and friendless as I
was. J worked hard to deserve his kindness, and I
believe the hard work was the saving of me. My
mother worked hard too, in her way ; and it was a
harder way than mine. She parted with our pretty
cottage, and took a small lodging for us in the
town, and there she slaved early and late—washing,
cooking, marketing—-saving every penny, every
farthing that could be saved, to pay off my father’s