CHAP. VII.—ISAAC’S BLESSING.

ile quiet Sunday passed away, but it
seemed to bring none of its peace to
Stephen ; the thoughts that had troubled him
were with him all day. Sometimes he thought
of telling all to his aunt ; sometimes of speak-
ing to Johnnie himself, and imploring him to
give back the knife.

But he could not betray his brother, he told
himself; and then how angry John would be—
how horrified at Stephen’s discovering him!
No, he could not; and while he felt he dared
not do what he knew to be right, conscience
left him no peace in doing wrong.

So much the better for him, and yet it
made him very miserable.

At last bed-time came, and he went slowly
and sorrowfully upstairs, sat down at the side
of the bed, and thought.

Johnnie looked at him for a while, walking