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��them. To conclude our remarks on this subject, our simple request to the emi- nent historian, Mr. Bancroft, is that he would do justice to himself by bestow-
��ing upon Gen. Sullivan the reward his services did merit, and that he would withdraw the detractive epithet his mili- tary services did not merit.
��MABY'S BEWABD.
��BY HELEN M. RUSSELL.
��CHAPTER III.
When Eugene left his home, his heart was filled with sorrow. His mother's death, though long expected, would be a heavy blow to him. As he walked rap- idly along, thoughts of the past came back to him — thoughts of the days when he had been so happy at Maplewood. Bitterly did he regret the folly which led him to leave the quiet, lovely country home for the city life which had thus far proved to be so unsuccessful. It was too late for regrets, however, but he made many resolutions for the future. He now felt so sure of his ability to resist tempta- tion that with all the sorrow that filled his heart at the thought of his dying mother, he could not utterly despair.
A rapid walk of five minutes' duration brought him to the Carr mansion. It was a large, handsome building, and was situated upon one of the most beau- tiful streets in the city. This evening, however, with the wind blowing and the rain and sleet descending, it seemed far from being pleasant, and as Eugene hast- ened up the marble steps to the mansion, he half wished he had not ventured out in the storm. His summons at the door was speedily answered by a servant girl, who invited him to enter. Throwing off his wet outer garments, he followed the servant up the long stairway, and was conducted to Theodore's room. As the door opened he was greeted with a hearty welcome from Theo.
" I feared you would not come, Ross," said his friend, as Eugene seated himself by the side of the sofa upon which Theo. was resting.
- ' I am in a hurry, Theo. My mother
��is failing, and I would like to return home as soon as possible," said Eugene sadly.
" That being the case, I will excuse you. I did not know that she was any worse, or I would not have requested you to leave home to-night. I think you had better return at once," said Theo- dore earnestly.
'•Your note statedjjthat the business could all be accomplished within half an hour, and I think I had better go at once. I hardly think there is any immediate danger, but sister requested me to re- main in to-night, and I promised to re- turn as soon as possible, so if you will acquaint me with the nature of the busi- ness you wish transacted, I will go at once," replied Eugene.
Theodore drew from his pocket a large pocket-book and took from thence a roll of bank bills.
I borrowed two thousand dollars of Mr. Jacob Bartlett two weeks ago to-day, and promised to repay him between that time and nine o'clock at night. My ill- ness has prevented my attending to it, and as you know I always make a point of living up to my word in every partic- ular, I felt very anxious to send this money to-night. Here is a letter for the gentleman — I have not sealed it, but never mind. You will please obtain the note of security I gave him. You need not call on your way home, and if your mother is any worse to-morrow I will excuse you from your duties at the store."
Bidding his friend good-night, Eugene left the room and hurried away on his errand, thinking as he did so that one
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