him, looked up at him with a look which in after years he
would have given half his life to win.

She was a little girl now and did not care if he did know how much she
loved him, and that for him she would sacrifice everything. But in this
case the sacrifice was not required, for Arthur hastened to say:

'I shall not forget Harold. I have something better in store for him
than reciting his lessons to me. When the High School opens in
September, he is going there, and if he does well he shall go to
Andover in time, and perhaps to Harvard. It will all depend upon
himself, and how he improves his opportunities. What! crying? Don't you
like it?' Arthur asked, as he saw the great tears gathering in Harold's
eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

'Yes, oh, yes; but it don't seem real, and--and--I guess it makes me
kind of sick,' Harold gasped, as, freeing himself from Jerry's
encircling arm, he hurried from the room, to think over this great and
unexpected joy which had come so suddenly to him.

With his naturally refined tastes and instincts the dirty furnace work
had not been pleasant to him, and he had shrunk with inexpressible
loathing from the swill cart and the other menial duties he had been
obliged to perform for the sake of those he loved. How to get an
education was the problem he was earnestly trying to solve, and lo! it
was now solved for him. For a moment the suddenness of the thing
overcame him, and he sat down upon a table in the yard, faint and
bewildered, while Arthur made his plan clear to Mrs. Crawford, saying
that what he meant to do was partly for Jerry's sake and partly for the
sake of the young girl who had been his early love.

'I always intended to take care of you,' he said; 'but things go from my
mind, and I forget the past as completely as if it had never been. But
this will stay by me, for I shall have Cherry as a reminder, and if I am
in danger of forgetting she will jog my memory.'

Fur a moment Mrs. Crawford could not speak, so great was her surprise
and joy that the good she had thought unattainable was to be Harold's at
last. And yet something in her proud, sensitive nature rebelled against
receiving so much from a stranger, even if that stranger were Arthur
Tracy. It seemed like charity, she said, when at last she spoke at all.
But Arthur overruled her with that persuasive way he had of converting
people to his views; and when at last he left the cottage it was with
the understanding tha