'Don't say that, my son!' exclaimed Kate. 'Leave him to his conscience, and to God. 'Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord!''
'Vengeance is MINE! Don't talk to me mother! I want no sermons now!'
She looked at him sadly through her tears, and said:
'Have I deserved this of you, Frank?'
'Forgive me! forgive me, my mother!' and he buried his face in her dress, and wept—wept as he never did when a child.
A half hour passed, and no one spoke. Then he rose, and said to me:
'When did you hear from her last?'
'I had a letter yesterday; here it is,' said Kate. 'You see, she is expecting you.'
He took it, and read it over slowly. All trace of his recent emotion had gone, and on his face was an expression I had never seen there before. For the first time I noticed his resemblance to his father!
'When will you go!' continued Kate.