for his sake tried in vain
to repress.

At last, when it was dark without, and lights were burning upon the
table, there was the sound of some one at the gate, and in a moment
Henry stepped across the threshold, but started and turned pale when
he saw his mother in violent hysterics upon the lounge, and Mary
Howard bathing her head and trying to soothe her. Before he had time
to ask a question, Jenny's arms were wound around his neck, and she
whispered, "Rose is dead.--Why were you so late?"

He could not answer. He had nothing to say, and mechanically following
his sister he entered the room where Rose had died. Very beautiful had
she been in life; and now, far more beautiful in death, she looked
like a piece of sculptured marble; as she lay there so cold, and
still, and all unconscious of the scalding tears which fell upon her
face, as Henry bent over her, kissing her lips, and calling upon her
to awake and speak to him once more.

When she thought he could bear it, Jenny told him of all Rose had
said, and by the side of her coffin, with his hand resting upon her
white forehead, the conscience-stricken young man swore, that never
again should ardent spirits of any kind pass his lips, and the father
who stood by and heard that vow, felt that if it were kept, his
daughter had not died in vain.

The day following the burial. George and Mary returned to Chicopee,
and as the next day was the one appointed for the sale of Mr.
Lincoln's farm and country house, he also accompanied them.

"Suppose you buy it," said he to George as they rode over the
premises. "I'd rather you'd own it than to see it in the hands of
strangers."

"I intended doing so," answered George, and when at night he was the
owner of the farm, house and furniture, he generously offered it to
Mr. Lincoln rent free, with the privilege of redeeming it whenever he
could.

This was so unexpected, that Mr. Lincoln at first could hardly find
words to express his thanks, but when he did he accepted the offer,
saying, however, that he could pay the rent, and adding that he hoped
two or three years of hard labor in California, whither he intended
going, would enable him to purchase it back. On his return to
Glenwood, he asked William, who was still there, "how he would like to
turn farmer for a while."

Jenny looked up in surprise, while William asked what he meant.

Briefly then Mr. Lincoln told of George's generosity, and stating his
own intentions of