Bobby
understood the signal, and came around the side of the house. He had
carefully wiped away his tears, but his voice was rather shaky.
"What d'ye want?" he called. He felt sure Hal had an errand for him.
"Charlie's going to the commons with us," shouted his brother, "so I guess
you can come, if you want to."
Bobby came down the path in leaps and bounds.
"I'm going, mother!" he shouted, waving his cap. And away he and Charlie
tore down the street ahead of their brothers.
"Hold on, there!" cried Harold, with a laugh. "Don't get crazy! And mind
you two keep near us at the track!"
It was about a week later that Aunt Kate laid her hand on Harold's
shoulder, and said: "I am afraid I made a mistake the other day, Hal. I
believe Bobby's been promoted from the rank of footman to be a
brother."--_Martha Graham, in the King's Own._
ELNATHAN'S GOLD
One morning Christopher Lightenhome, aged sixty-eight, received an
unexpected legacy of six hundred dollars. His good old face betokened no
surprise, but it shone with a great joy. "I am never surprised at the
Lord's mercies," he said, reverently.
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