The things we do!

It was
Lord Kew who bade Rooster send for his mother, and not for Lady Kew; and
as soon as she received those sad tidings, you may be sure the poor lady
hastened to the bed where her wounded boy lay.
The fever had declared itself, and the young man had been delirious more
than once. His wan face lighted up with joy when he saw his mother; he
put his little feverish hand out of the bed to her--"I knew you would
come, dear," he said, "and you know I never would have fired upon the
poor Frenchman." The fond mother allowed no sign of terror or grief to
appear upon her face, so as to disturb her first-born and darling; but no
doubt she prayed by his side as such loving hearts know how to pray, for
the forgiveness of his trespass, who had forgiven those who sinned
against him. "I knew I should be hit, George," said Kew to his brother
when they were alone; "I always expected some such end as this. My life
has been very wild and reckless; and you, George, have always been
faithful to our mother.


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