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“7 PROMISE.” 7 315 ‘* You know what I mean. I read it in your eyes, I heard it in the tones of your voice this morning. But, oh! my friend,” and her voice was full of tears, ‘‘ remember that you are ‘bought ‘with a price’—you are not your own. Promise me.” He raised her hands and kissed them reéverently, and two hot tears rolled over his cheeks and dropped upon them in the act. ‘‘T promise,” he whispered, hoarsely. ‘‘ My child, I should indeed have been ruined, body and soul, but for you. God bless you!” Star and Mr. Rosévelt followed him to the door as he went out, both trying to cheer him with kind wishes for the future. ‘‘Good-night and good-by,” the young girl said, in tones that sounded to him like an angel's voice, as she stood in the door-way.and watched him go down the steps. ‘‘ Be sure to come and see us again when we return; the latch-string is always out, as they say at the West, for our friends. ” A mighty sob burst from the overcharged heart of George Richards as he reached the street, and the tears—tears of mingled remorse, gratitude, and relief—rolled thick and fast over his face. : ‘*Thank God,” he murmured, fervently, ‘‘for the light of that ‘star’ in the midst of what was worse than Stygian dark- ness. But for its friendly beams and cheering influence, I should have been lost indeed.” He had proceeded some distance, when he stopped short and seemed about to retrace his steps. ‘‘How thoughtless of me!” he muttered, impatiently. ‘I meant to tell her all about Lord Carrol. He deserves to be set right with her, and she deserves—well, zo/hing can be too good for her; but they knocked everything out of my head by their unexampled generosity. I will not go back to-night,” he added, after thinking a moment; ‘‘I will write her to-morrow the whole story.” (E(0) Gomicbooks