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woman, was sitting on an old- rocking-chair,
swaying herself to and fro, tears falling
fast, and saying earnestly, ‘‘ye’re best there,
Wally. I’ll gae alone: a’ richt; gang awa’
to the Hame, Wally, gang awa’.” But Wally
had his arm round the woman, and was
moving backwards and forwards with the
motion of the chair, sobbing out in his turn,
“Nae, never, mither, I’ll stay wi’ ye, I'll
stay wi’ ye.”

A sickly child of three years looked
wonderingly on, but the entrance of the
stranger broke up the scene.

Walter soon explained that mother would
have no one to work for her and the little
one, and that they had not long been from
Scotland, where father had failed in business,
then in health, and had been laid in the
churchyard by the side of the eldest child,
mother now being left to battle with the
two youngest.

Here is a specimen of “A perfect gentle-
men.” A lad that honours his mother and
acts the gentleman not only abroad but at
home. ‘That’s the gentleman for me.

But what about Walter—it would have