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Show '71 Broken Trust" From One of Aunt Busy's Xieccs. J "Although your time i greatly occupied with j your music, singing and painting, 1 rrusi. my dear, that you do your exercises fairly, for, you see, I j cannot be with you all the time." Sister Mary Lo- ! rolta said kindly to a tall young girl 15 years old. I "Oh, yes. Sister; you may trust me. Good j evening,"' replied Marie ( lark, as she passed out J of the room to ascend the governess' cart, which I was to convey her homeward. ' As she stood on the steps- of the dear old con- j vent she brushed her beautiful golden curls and a , pair of deep violet eyes, shaded by long silken ; lashes, which bespoke he:- Irish descent, sparkled j with the joy of living,' while the bloom of health j and youth was shown by the roses which bloomed j upon her cheek. Marie was the only child of Michael Clark, a ! very rich man, living in Sunderville, Mass.. and ! who owned tjhe rich, little bank . in this prosperous village. Coming through the winding driveway could be seen the heads of Iwo little ponies, that daimily lifted, with.all possible dignity, their tiny feet and kept time to the merry time which Charles, the driver, whistled. Waving a tiny glove lo the man, Marie gaily tripped up the granite st airway, rang tiie bell and Avas soon with her dear mother. avIio had been Avait- pale blue, "an invitation to Estella Yan Hons' moonlight masquerade." "I hae not your cost nine. Mario," said her mother, "but desired you to select it. So get ready and avc will go to the store." Hastily summoning tlie footman, Marie and her mother Avore soon on the road to the store. Marie kept up an incessant prattle about the coming ball. "But, my darling." said her mother, "you must prepare your lessons before you go. Tis true-you haA-c not much time, but Ave Avill not bo very long in toAvn : then you will have enough time." They had noAV arriA'cd at the store, and Marie soon selected a grand creation of blue silk and golden lace, called "The Morn." A pair of tiny slippers of pale blue satin and a fcAV other articles completed their purchases. They were soon home, and as it AAas late they took their supper; but Marie could think and talk of nothing but the party. It was noAV 6 o'clock. Tea Avas OA-er and Marie began to study her lessons. Xoa Iioav could she 1 prepare them in such a short time? Marie Avas alone; her maid, Louisa, had gone to visit a sick child belonging to one of her father's tenants. Mother had gone to rest, as she had a headache. Taking out her pad, Mane hastily copied her spelling. spell-ing. Xow for mathematics! The ansAvers Avere in the back of her book, and Ahy not copy them? The key to mental Avas Avith her, and why not make use of them? Yielding to these temptations, Marie soon had her lesson copied. "The ball begins at 9-o'clock, Marie, so you have but one hour to dress." said her mother. Marie's face was flushed and her eyes sparkled, but soon she forgot her lessons. Louisa had returned, and, AAith the help of Mrs. Clark, Marie Avas soon ready for the ball. As she stood before the mirror she caught the reflection of a picture of Our' Lady of SorroAvs. She looked so A-prv sad that Marie felt a sham nauir at her heart as she turned from the mirror to face her mother, avIio said : "Why, Mar ie. it did not take you -long to prepare your lessons." A note of suspicion in her mothers voice made Marie almost cry out. Oh ! Iioav her conscience reproached her. Instead of confessing the wrong,: she softly ansAvered her mother: "Oh, mother. I had onuy a few lessons to get." She kissed her.mother and she and Louisa left for Estella'sV " ";"r ' ' ' Marie enjoyed herself splendidly until . 11 o'clock. Then she felt such a remorse for the Avrong she had done, and Sister. Mary Loretta had trusted her so much. IVelve o'clock would surely never come. It seemed like a year to Marie. Oh! if she could only fly home and rest her head on mother's shoulder and confess her Avrong. At last the clock struck 12. , Paying their respects re-spects to the young host and hostess, they departed. When they reached home Marie Avas told that her mother AA-as quite ill, and!she was admonished not to 'disturb her then. Marie, went, to bed with a heavy heart. Sleep was impossible. The moon. cast a shadow of yellow light through the curtains, which pictured strange and f antastic shadoAvs on the Avail. Xext morning found Marie pale and weary. It Avas G o'clock. "Your mother will not be up till 8 today," said. Louisa. , Marie Avalked doAvn toAvard the stables. "Good morning, Miss Clark. And pray, Avhat caused you to rise so early this morning? You look like a ghost," said Charles, as he AA-alked toAvard Marie. "Oh, nothing is the matter. Guess I stayed up too late at the ball last night. After I pick a few roses I wish you to hitch the ponies up and take me OA-er to Father O'Connor's house." JLlie young man siareu iu Haioim-aimem, uut turned to obey. Marie gathered a beautiful bouquet and prepared pre-pared to take. a morning ride. They soon reached the father's house and Marie hastened to the parlor. A tall, middle aged priest soon appeared. After a minute's hesitation, Marie said: "Good morning, father. Please, may I go to confession?" "What! You want to go to confession? You just, Avent last. Saturday," said the . sage priest, somewhat, beAvildered. "But I must go. I haA-e been a horrid girl, father," fa-ther," said Marie, iioav on the A'ery verge of crying. cry-ing. . "All right, my child. I will go to the church right away." After a few minutes had elapsed Marie came from the confessional, hor cheeks streaming Avith tears of joy. Bidding good-bye to the priest, Marie Avas soon home. She had asked father if she must tell her mother and Sister M. Loretta. "My child; I think it aa-ouM be more honorable to do so," said father. Mrs. Clarl; Avas A"alking up and doAvn when Marie appeared. . "Good morning, my dear; and Arhy are you up so early ?" asked her mother, as Marie entered the hall. ' .,','..- "I went to see Father -O'Connor," Marie ansAvered simply, as she dreAV hc-r mother to -the small rose covered arbor and there told her story. All during 'the day Marie Avas in a feA'erish state of anxiety until school Avas dismissed, and then she repeated her story to Sister of how she had broken the trust. . ' "Oh! I hope you Avill forgive me, Sister," Marie said, pleadingly. "Yes, my dear, ! forgive you." And the holy kiss of forgiA-enoss assured the happy Marie. A, |