Driving close up to the side-walk upon which the boy was staggering along under his heavy load, he reined up his horses, and called out, as he did so-- "Henry!" The lad stopped instantly, and turned toward him, recognizing him as he did so.
"Don't you want to see your mother, Henry ?" asked the doctor.
The bundle under which he was toiling fell to the ground, and he stood in mute surprise for a moment or two.
"What is your name ?" Doctor R--asked.
"Henry Gaston," replied the child.
"Then jump in here, Henry, and I will take you to see your mother." The boy took two or three quick steps toward the doctor, and then stopped suddenly and looked back at the load which had just fallen from his shoulders.
"Never mind that.

Let Mr.Sharp look after it," said Doctor R--.
"But he will--," and Henry hesitated.
"Jump in, quick, my little fellow; and say good-bye in your heart to Mr.Sharp! You shall never go back there again." The child sprang eagerly forward at this, and clambered into Doctor R--'s sleigh.

A word to the horses, and away they were bounding toward Boston.

When Doctor R--arrived there, his mind was made up, as it had been, indeed, before he started, not to take Henry home to his mother that day.

He saw that it would be too cruel to present the child to her in the condition he was; and, besides, he felt that, after having procured for him the situation, he could not look the mother in the face with her abused child in all the deformity of his condition before them.