Tracy asked; and, with a half sob, she
replied:
'I can't go without Harold. If I get learning, he must get learning,
too,' and leaving Arthur, the crossed over to the boy, and putting her
arm around him, looked up at him with a look which in after years he
would have given half his life to win.
She was a little girl now and did not care if he did know how much she
loved him, and that for him she would sacrifice everything. But in this
case the sacrifice was not required, for Arthur hastened to say:
'I shall not forget Harold. I have something better in store for him
than reciting his lessons to me. When the High School opens in
September, he is going there, and if he does well he shall go to
Andover in time, and perhaps to Harvard. It will all depend upon
himself, and how he improves his opportunities. What! crying? Don't you
like it?' Arthur asked, as he saw the great tears gathering in Harold's
eyes and rolling down his cheeks.
'Yes, oh, yes; but it don't seem real, and--and--I guess it makes me
kind of sick,' Harold gasped, as, freeing himself from Jerry's
encircling arm, he hurried from the room, to think over this great and
unexpected joy which had come so suddenly to him.
With his naturally refined tastes and instincts the dirty furnace work
had not been pleasant to him, and he had shrunk with inexpressible
loathing from the swill cart and the other menial duties he had been
obliged to perform for the sake of those he loved.
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