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 CHAPTER X.

 A SAD STORY.

 "S Sunk in unutterable grief, he cried,
 SRestore my youth to me, O God restore
 My morn of life I O Father I be my guide,
 And let me, let me choose my path once more,
 But on the wide waste air his ravings died
 Away, and all was silent as before.
 His youth had glided by fleet as the wave ;
 His father came not-he was in his grave."
 -R ickter.

 OR a few minutes Mr. Lane ceased speaking.
 He had drawn his young friend gently
 down to his former position beside him,
and now he covered his face with his hands, and
Jack rightly guessed he was praying for strength
and courage to fulfil his task. At last he looked
up and began to speak again.
 "Jack," he said, "I daresay you know that I am
an orphan ?"
 "Yes, sir," said Jack, taking his tutor's hand affec-
tionately; "but you know you promised to let me
be your younger brother."
 Mr. Lane smiled sadly, but put the warm young