God, how I worked and slaved at it! The only result from my efforts was the hell from which you dragged me." Alter a little silence, Auntie Sue said gently: "I don't think I understand, Brian.

You have never told me about your trouble, you know." "It is an old, old story," he returned.

"I am only one of thousands.

My wretched experience is not at all uncommon." "I know," she answered.

"But don't you think that perhaps you had better tell me?
Perhaps, in the mere telling of it to me, now that it is all over, you may find the real reason for--for what happened to you." Wise Auntie Sue!--wise in that rarest of all wisdom,--the sympathetic understanding of human hearts and souls.
"You know about my earlier life," he began; "how, in my boyhood, after mother's death, I worked at anything I could do to keep myself alive, and how I managed to gain a little schooling.