Peter's Mother

by Mrs. Henry De La Pasture

But Peter was there, waiting, and perhaps Lady Mary was thankful for the darkness, which hid her face from her son.

"Peter!"

"Mother!"

She clung to her boy, and a kiss passed between them which said all that was in their hearts that night—of appeal—of understanding—of forgiveness—of the love of mother and son.

And no foolish words of explanation were ever uttered to mar the gracious memory of that sacred reconciliation.

THE END

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