"The one I threw up on the top of the bed-tester, when I was foolish enough to think of running away."
"My dear Don, no."
They went to the chamber; Don leaped on the edge of the bed, reached over, and brought down the bundle all covered with flue.
"Don, my darling!"
"But I had repented, mother, and--"
"Hush! No more," said Uncle Josiah firmly; "the past is gone. Here"s to a happy future, my boy. Good-night."
THE END.