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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Phebe
Breakers Ahead
New Year's Calls
The Sad and Sober Part
Small Temptations
At Kitty's Ball
Both Sides
Aunt Clara's Plan
Alas for Charlie!
Good Works
Among the Haycocks
Which Was It?
Behind the Fountain
What Mac Did
How Phebe Earned Her Welcome
Short and Sweet

so humbly contrite it made her eyes fill with slow, hot tears. 

 

"I tried to flee temptation I tried to say 'no,' but I am so pitiably 

weak, I couldn't. You must despise me. But don't give me up 

entirely, for if I live, I'll do better. I'll go away to Father and begin 

again." 

 

Rose tried to keep back the bitter drops, but they would fall, to 

hear him still speak hopefully when there was no hope. Something 

in the mute anguish of her face seemed to tell him what she could 

not speak, and a quick change came over him as he grasped her 

hand tighter, saying in a sharp whisper: "Have I really got to die, 

Rose?" 

 

Her only answer was to kneel down and put her arms about him, as 

if she tried to keep death away a little longer. He believed it then, 

and lay so still, she looked up in a moment, fearing she knew not 

what. 

 

But Charlie bore it manfully, for he had the courage which can 

face a great danger bravely, though not the strength to fight a 

bosom sin and conquer it. His eyes were fixed, as if trying to look 

into the unseen world whither he was going, and his lips firmly set 

that no word of complaint should spoil the proof he meant to give 

that, though he had not known how to live, he did know how to 

die. It seemed to Rose as if for one brief instant she saw the man 

that might have been if early training had taught him how to rule 

himself; and the first words he uttered with a long sigh, as his eye 

came back to her, showed that he felt the failure and owned it with 

pathetic candor. 

 

"Better so, perhaps; better go before I bring any more sorrow to 

you and shame to myself. I'd like to stay a little longer and try to 

redeem the past; it seems so wasted now, but if I can't, don't grieve, 

Rose. I'm no loss to anyone, and perhaps it is too late to mend." 

 

"Oh, don't say that! No one will find your place among us we never 

can forget how much we loved you, and you must believe how 

freely we forgive as we would be forgiven," cried Rose, steadied 

by the pale despair that had fallen on Charlie's face with those 

bitter words. 

 

"'Forgive us our trespasses!' Yes, I should say that. Rose, I'm not 


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