"Yes, Mrs. Sill," said Mr. Armstrong, "I intended it for him: I would
give him all I have if I could thereby restore his father to life."

This observation renewed in full force the sorrow of the poor woman.
She sank back into a chair, and covering her face with her apron,
sobbed and wept bitterly.

Faith looked at her father with an expression which seemed to say--do
not refer to the cause of her grief. Armstrong understood the appeal,
but he had that in his mind which was unknown to his daughter, and
after a pause he proceeded.

"I have more property than I deserve, and what better use can I put
it to than give it to the deserving? You will find in that," he
continued, handing a paper to the widow, "what will entitle you to
a little income during your life. I hope it will enable you to take
better care of your children."

Mrs. Sill took the paper mechanically, and gazed upon without opening
it or imagining the extent of the gift. She kept turning it round and
round in her fingers, as if not knowing what to do with it.

"Everybody knows you're a kind man, and as generous as you're rich,
Mr. Armstrong;" at last she said, "But I guess I shant want anything
long in this world."

"I hope you may live long yet," said Mr. Armstrong, "for the sake of
the little boys."

This allusion recalled her more to herself, and without looking at