Captain Horace

that moment all the sulkiness and self-will were crushed out of his little heart. It seeme

because his grandmother wanted him to: he scorned to add falsehood to d

verything," thought the boy

autiful in the golden light of the afternoon sun. The pink clover-pat

ut, and you could fancy that the house had closed its many eyes and dropped asleep. There was an a

el in her hand, and said, "O, Horace!" that was all; but she could say no more for tears. She set

own on a chair, and clutching the skirt of her dres

er heard him speak in s

eart, and kissing him with a yearning fondness she had hardly ever s

er they must all have been

a; but it didn't hurt me any, on

she: "Grace thought you went h

ried about him at all: then w

as he brushed past her and laid his

want to

Mrs. Parlin, with a

grandma; and where's Gra

n are at aunt Martha's. But if you've been in the

got Pincher

the while his grandmother was doing up the Wound, it seemed to Horace that she

, and he ate heartily; but after every mouthful he kept asking,

stirring gruel, and would answer him no

nful thing. Then she took him up stairs with her into her own chamber, which was quite shad

he placed the waiter on the top of her washing-stand, and

right hair, "God has been very good to you always,

" answered Hor

, slowly. "He wants you to love him with all

eyes wild with fear and surprise,

captain in the arm

thought, dear, tha

gain in great excitement. "Mr. Evans said they'd put him in c

r littl

a, is he kille

put on her spectacles, pointed with a trembling finger to the list

door softly, "I just thought I hear

s sister, and went with her while their gran

uise coming out. The sight of Horace and Grace walki

ispered, throwing her arms around them both,

Grace; "my own dear papa, that I lo

owing himself on the bed beside h

sn't true. It's anot

awful in the coldness of her face. Her beautiful brown eyes shone bright and tearless; but there were dark

whispered she, "moth

is small fingers, which meant to move gently, but did not know how. And then the young, childish heart, with

rs of joy or agony which they never forget. This was such an hour for Horace. He could almost feel

, my son, and remember t

obeyed, he had

m, never speak to him again! He had not

cold and still on that bloody battle-field! Would all thi

ce will take care of you! Just forgive me, ma, an

een chamber, where aunt Madge sat with the bab

ur mayor would hang him! I do wish I could die, grandma. I don't wan