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DICK’S DEPARTURE. 59 “ T will send for you both, as soon as it is safe to do so.” “You will never send for us; it will never be sate.” “ We are reaping what we have sown, mother; the whirl- Wind may scatter us.” “ Yes, yes, you mean J haye brought you and your father to this. Tt’s all the same; I never expected, any kindness— hever had any.” The unhappy man laid his heavy hand on her shoulder as Ramapaugh had clone, and she turned again to a ghastly white- hess, but Maggie’s little hand loosened the grip. “ Mother, let it content you that I make no reproaches. I may never return. Be kind to poor Maggie,” Saying which he lifted the latter in his arms and kissed her tenderly. “ My poor little girl, my good little girl. You'll pray for poor Dick when he’s gone, won’t you, dear ?” Maggie only answered by sighs and tears. He took her arms from his neck, laid her upon the wooden settle and was Sone. Maggie sought her place by the side of the empty cradle, where she knelt for a long time, and. then approached the old woman, who croned, muttered, and sniffled over the embers, “ Mother,” said Maggie, “ have I been a good girl to you?” “Good enough ; what do you ask that for ?” “ Do you think I was kind to poor little Dicky ” ~ “Hold your tongue, you fool !” “Oh! mother, do you think God will answer the prayers of such a weak, sinful creature as I am, and comfort poor little Dicky ?” These innocent words from the innocent lips of her daughter- in-law, seemed to goad the woman to frenzy. She brought down her heel with vehemence, and cried, in a sharp voice, “I know nothing about it. Hold your tongue, and go to bed.” “Mother, will you kiss me, and say you forgive me ?” At this the face of the woman assumed a grim smile, and She held up her thin lips to those of the tender Maggie, and then resumed her pipe, and swung her knee, and brought down her heel heavily. “ Good-night, mother.” commiclboooks.conn