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from her bosom. Unnoticed by her
Vernon secured the flower and con cealed it in his pocket Then in a few minutes he went away. Once alone he pressed the prized flower to his lips, then care fully placed it between two leaves of his memorandum book. "And now to forget," he said grim ly as he returned to his cheerless home "for Paul's sake." It was a humdrum life with miser ly, mean spirited old Seth Ramsey, but Vernon shared it without a mur mur. He gave up all social pleasures and Clifton viewed his penitent be havior of the restored outcast ap provingly. One night, dark and stormy, Ver non sat reading in his room when there came a sudden rat-tat-tat at the window. At first he fancied it was the wind blowing the tree branches against the panes. Then peering out he discovered a beckoning form near some bushes. "It is Paul," he said, and was quickly down in the yard to greet his brother. "Come into the house," he invited. "No," responded Paul definitely, "I will never cross the threshold of the miserly old man who refused me help when I needed it so sorely. You good, dear brother!" and the speaker pass ed an affectionate arm through that of Vernon, "only for you who have been so good, so loyal to me, I would not even have come to Clifden. Ver non, I have something to tell you vital, serious. Let me get under shel ter, somewhere, will you?" Vernon led the way to a roofed summer house in the garden. They sat down on one. of its side benches. "Vernon," said Paul, "you know how dearly I love Eva." "Yes," said his brother in a low tne of constraint. "I. have seen her tonight, secretly. J am to see her later. She is all the world to me. I want you to let me tell her the whole story of my trouble in the city." "No!" spoke Vernon, and his tones were incisive and mandatory. "I feel like a cad, a craven, to think that you should be blamed for what I did. I was reckless, wicked when I took that $500 from your pocket, and spent it, claiming that our step ' father owed it to me, which morally he did. Then your kindness, your -sacrifice. Since then, oh, believe me! : I have not touched a card or tasted wine. I am offered a splendid position ' in the West. The firm has even ad vanced me $200. Vernon, brother, release me from my promise not to reveal my blame about that money." "You are telling me the truth about your prospects, your reform?" "Sacredly." "Then I glory in the joy it would have given poor, dead mother. My boy, I am working out your salvation. Thank God for the privilege!" At seven o'clock the next morning with a batter and bang on his bed room door Seth Ramsey shouted out excitedly: "Get up, Vernon. Here's great news! Your brother Paul eloped with Eva Cross last night. They have gone out West and left a note asking for giveness and all that pother. What do you think of that?" "Are you sure of this?" asked Ver non in a husky tone. "Oh, yes. They drove to Virden and were married by the minister there." The old man went down the stairs chuckling and talking to himself.' With his stepson at a distance he could hold on to the trust money. Vernon arose, dressed himself, went down the stairs and into the lit tle front parlor of the house. He paused before a picture, that of his dead mother. He looked up into her sweet, patient face and thought of all the kind deeds she had done, and then with an affectionate glance at the portrait of Paul, ah"d smiled. Then, his shoulders strengthened for the burden he had chosen to hear, Vernon took from his meinorandum.