"I am overjoyed !" he cried. " Oh, Doctor, is it really true ?" "Yes," said his guardian, bluntly. "You may be married as soon as you please."

" And so you are going to leave me, and why not ? Our roads of life from this moment are separate."

"Is there nothing I can do to show my gratitude ?"

"Nothing. I am very happy. You are going to marry the girl you love. Before you is a life full of nope. It would have pleased your poor mother to have known this — your mother, who was so good — your mother, who died long ago." She paused, and placed her hand to her heart. She spoke with difficulty. " But before you go I want you to say four words. 'Mother, I forgive you.' Come, it is not asking for much."

Frank looked at the Doctor, and the Doctor whispered, "You had better humour her."

He took her hand, and their eyes met. "Mother, I forgive you !"

She kissed his hand, " Heaven bless you !" Then she turned to the Doctor and whispered, " He must never know."

" Water," cried Frank, alarmed at the change which had come over her face. " Quick ! she has fainted."

" You are wrong," said Dr. Blunt, with tears in his honest, manly eyes. " She has not fainted, Frank. Poor woman, she is dead !" — London Society.
SOLUTION OF PROBLEM XXXIII.
