When I am dead, Charley, will you think of this, and try--try to give up your bad ways?
When I tell you that I love you so dearly, and ask you on my deathbed, I think you will do this.' Charley went down on his knees, and bowing his head before her and before his God, he made the promise.

He made it, and we may so far anticipate the approaching end of our story as to declare that the promise he then made was faithfully kept.
'Katie, Katie, my own Katie, my own, own, own Katie--oh, Katie, you must not die, you must not leave me! Oh, Katie, I have so dearly loved you! Oh, Katie, I do so dearly love you! If you knew all, if you could know all, you would believe me.' At this moment Mrs.Woodward knocked at the door, and Charley rose from his knees.

'Not quite yet, mamma,' said Katie, as Mrs.
Woodward opened the door.

'Not quite yet; in five minutes, mamma, you may come.' Mrs.Woodward, not knowing how to refuse, again went away.
'Charley, I never gave you anything but once, and you returned it to me, did you not ?' 'Yes,' said he, 'the purse--I put it in your box, because----' And then he remembered that he could not say why he had returned it without breaking in a manner that confidence which Mrs.
Woodward had put in him.
'I understand it all.

You must not think I am angry with you.