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โ€œNo,โ€ said Aunt Lucy, in some confusion.

โ€œThen whose are those, I should like to know? Somebody of more importance than my husband, I suppose.โ€

โ€œThey are for Paul,โ€ returned the old lady, in some uneasiness.

โ€œPaul!โ€ repeated Mrs. Mudge, in her haste putting a double quantity of salaeratus into the bread she was mixing; โ€œPaul's are they? And who asked you to knit him a pair, I should like to be informed?โ€

โ€œNo one.โ€

โ€œThen what are you doing it for?โ€

โ€œI thought he might want them.โ€

โ€œMighty considerate, I declare. And I shouldn't be at all surprised if you were knitting them with the yarn I gave you for Mr. Mudge's stockings.โ€

โ€œYou are mistaken,โ€ said Aunt Lucy, shortly.

โ€œOh, you're putting on your airs, are you? I'll tell you what, Madam, you'd better put those stockings away in double-quick time, and finish my husband's, or I'll throw them into the fire, and Paul Prescott may wait till he goes barefoot before he gets them.โ€

There was no alternative. Aunt Lucy was obliged to obey, at least while her persecutor was in the room. When alone for any length of time she took out Paul's stockings from under her apron, and worked on them till the approaching steps of Mrs. Mudge warned her to desist.

Three days passed. The shadows of twilight were already upon the earth. The paupers were collected in the common room appropriated to their use. Aunt Lucy had suspended her work in consequence of the darkness, for in this economical household a lamp was considered a useless piece of extravagance. Paul crept quietly to her side, and whispered in tones audible to her alone, โ€œI AM GOING TO-MORROW.โ€

โ€œTo-morrow! so soon?โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ said Paul, โ€œI am as ready now as I shall ever be. I wanted to tell you, because I thought maybe you might like to know that this is the last evening we shall spend together at present.โ€

โ€œDo you go in the morning?โ€

โ€œYes, Aunt Lucy, early in the morning. Mr. Mudge usually calls me at five; I must be gone an hour before that time. I suppose I must bid you good-by to-night.โ€

โ€œNot to-night, Paul; I shall be up in the morning to see you go.โ€

โ€œBut if Mrs. Mudge finds it out she will abuse you.โ€

โ€œI am used to that, Paul,โ€ said Aunt Lucy, with a sorrowful smile. โ€œI have borne it many times, and I can again. But I can't lie quiet and let you go without one word of parting. You are quite determined to go?โ€

โ€œQuite, Aunt Lucy. I never could stay here. There is no pleasure in the present, and no hope for the future. I want to see something of life,โ€ and Paul's boyish figure dilated with enthusiasm.

โ€œGod grant that you do not see too much!โ€ said Aunt Lucy, half to herself.

โ€œIs the world then, so very sad a place?โ€ asked Paul.

โ€œBoth joy and sorrow are mingled in the cup of human life,โ€ said Aunt Lucy, solemnly:

โ€œWhich shall preponderate it is partly in our power to determine. He who follows the path of duty steadfastly, cannot be wholly miserable, whatever misfortunes may come upon him. He will be sustained by the conviction that his own errors have not brought them upon him.โ€

โ€œI will try to do right,โ€ said Paul, placing his hand in that of his companion, โ€œand if ever I am tempted to do wrong, I will think of you and of my mother, and that thought shall restrain me.โ€

โ€œIt's time to go bed, folks,โ€ proclaimed Mrs Mudge, appearing at the door. โ€œI can't have you sitting up all night, as I've no doubt you'd like to do.โ€

It was only eight o'clock, but no one thought of interposing an objection. The word of Mrs. Mudge was law in her household, as even her husband was sometimes made aware.

All quietly rose from their seats and repaired to bed. It was an affecting sight to watch the tottering gait of those on whose heads the snows of many winters had drifted heavily, as they meekly obeyed the behest of one whose coarse nature forbade her sympathizing with them in their clouded age, and many infirmities.

โ€œCome,โ€ said she, impatient of their slow movements, โ€œmove a little quicker, if it's perfectly convenient. Anybody'd think you'd been hard at work all day, as I have. You're about the laziest set I ever had anything to do with. I've got to be up early in the morning, and can't stay here dawdling.โ€

โ€œShe's got a sweet temper,โ€ said Paul, in a whisper, to Aunt Lucy.

โ€œHush!โ€ said the old lady. โ€œShe may hear you.โ€

โ€œWhat's that you're whispering about?โ€ said Mrs. Mudge, suspiciously. โ€œSomething you're ashamed to have heard, most likely.โ€

Paul thought it best to remain silent.

โ€œTo-morrow morning at four!โ€ he whispered to Aunt Lucy, as he pressed her hand in the darkness.





VII. PAUL BEGINS HIS JOURNEY.

Paul ascended the stairs to his hard pallet for the last time. For the last time! There is sadness in the thought, even when the future which lies before us glows with brighter colors than the past has ever worn. But to Paul, whose future was veiled in uncertainty, and who was about to part with the only friend who felt an interest in his welfare, this thought brought increased sorrow.

He stood before the dirt-begrimed window through which alone the struggling sunbeams found an inlet into the gloomy little attic, and looked wistfully out upon the barren fields that surrounded the poorhouse. Where would he be on the morrow at that time? He did not know. He knew little or nothing of the great world without, yet his resolution did not for an instant falter. If it had, the thought of Mrs. Mudge would have been enough to remove all his hesitation.

He threw himself on his hard bed, and a few minutes brought him that dreamless sleep which comes so easily to the young.

Meanwhile Aunt Lucy, whose thoughts were also occupied with Paul's approaching departure, had taken from the pocket of her OTHER dressโ€”for she had but twoโ€”something wrapped in a piece of brown paper. One by one she removed the many folds in which it was enveloped, and came at length to the contents.

It was a coin.

โ€œPaul will need some money, poor boy,โ€ said she, softly to herself, โ€œI will give him this. It will never do me any good, and it may be

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